Poems from dancinglibrarian
if you read a poem of mine please leave constructive criticism, one of my haikus got 25 reads and it wasn't even a haiku(middle line had 8 syllables not 7)
wattpad: divinetea
Once again
I find myself
Staring at a
Body that I
Don't know.
What happened to
The dreams of
looking like your thinspo?
Or being someone...
My home is a prison of
thoughts and
words and things
that I wish I could do.
At home I have to
count my calories
and exercise
and please...
when i am with friends
and i smile
and laugh i
always stop
because i am reminded
by a hateful stare
that i am not a Person
and can't be...
i'm not a person anymore.
you aren't seen as a
Human Being after
you've done what i've
done and
said.
the People i've
hurt
don't think...