My stretch marks define who I am
This insecurity rules my life
Nothing can **** this inner demon
Not therapy, nor meds, nor knife

It grows hungrier by the minute
Consuming my every thought
Eating away at my confidence
Making it harder to be what I’m not

My eyes stained red, these painful tears
That soak the sheets on my bed
Like rain that is supposed to nourish a flower
And ends up drowning it instead