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.
~

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