Poem: Glamorous

Rotten teeth and yellowed skin,
The shivers and the shakes
The secrecy and hiding,
Feeling not-quite-pain;

Long sleeves and extra layers,
The face-numbing fear
Trying to hide all the marks,
And the more-than-I-can-bear;

The constant “Am I good enough?”
The terror of being unloved,
The horror of hating yourself . . .
There’s nothing glamorous in self-destruct.

I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.

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