More Than A QuirkA Poem by Leanne Estelle
Scrubbing away dirt that can't be seen,
bathing in bleach, but still never clean. Hating herself just a little bit more as the nightmares flood in and she falls on the floor. She should have stopped it; it's all her fault, she should have saved herself or told an adult. She opens her mouth but words won't come out, stuck in silence with a muted shout. Hitting herself to try and stop the thoughts but all her efforts still count for nought. Scratching her skin rough, until she bleeds, people say 'self-love' is all she needs. But she loathes herself and the body she's in, destroying her soul, her smile and her skin. All she feels is utter self-hate - terrified that she has sealed her fate. © 2016 Leanne Estelle |
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1 Review Added on December 19, 2016 Last Updated on December 19, 2016 Tags: Mental health, OCD, body image, poetry, rhyming couplets AuthorLeanne EstelleUnited KingdomAboutMy number one passion is writing; there is nothing I love more is this world. My pen is my best friend for it knows me better than I know myself sometimes, whenever I don't know how to express my feel.. more..Writing
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