Skin outpouring negativity
The floods of demons are snickering, enjoying what they consistently do.
Battering, bruising, and cutting up my skin and confidence.
However, my skin is old and tired of it.
It's growing and healing stronger than it was before.
I'm talking back to them with positivity and my skin is outpouring negativity and taking in all the encouragement.
My scars are lessening and my confidence is raising up.
I'm becoming happy and nothing can stop me from reaching they point, especially negativity.
This poem is about:
Me
My community