Picking on myself
A Poem by k
a poem about self-consciousness and anxious ticks
I’m no fun to kissLips twist And you’ll taste bloodSweet skin covered over in rough I’m no fun to touchLay with me Chest to chestTo feel scabs like scales Against smooth plushIn the movies it’s always pretty ladies hurting So I prove my worth with lipstick and blush But inside I’m frayedLike my scalp aboveFrom years of pickingI’m no fun to love
© 2019 k
Author's Note
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descriptions of anxious ticks like picking at on's one skin, if this triggers you steer clear!
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Well written piece..........
Posted 5 Years Ago
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Added on July 15, 2019
Last Updated on July 15, 2019
Tags: anxiety, anxious, fear, ocd, ticks, mental illness, sad, self-hate, broken, love, relationships, kiss, kissing, lips, blood, unlovable, bad habits, habits, art, poetry, society, makeup, feminism, women, girls, teen, angst
Author
k
About
Hi! i love theater, music, and comedy. im a scorpio :) more..
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