[ the imperfect]
Why was I formed this way?
From brittled bones
to a mass of depression and anxieties
balled up in a five-foot-two girl
who doesn't see the beauty in herself
but promotes it to everyone who doesn't see it
When did it become
that I wouldn't be able to see
anything but the scars and the friends
who have left me?
Have I become such an ugly person inside
that no one wants me?