More Than A Quirk

More Than A Quirk

A 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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sue
Excellent Leanne. Bit of OCD and trying to scrub clean all from the past. Its a good expression of self hate and a cry for help related in someone who has been through a lot in the past and trying to move on and overcome things but scared that her fate is already sealed.

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Added on December 19, 2016
Last Updated on December 19, 2016
Tags: Mental health, OCD, body image, poetry, rhyming couplets

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Leanne Estelle
Leanne Estelle

United Kingdom



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