All in My Head

That voice in my head

The devil that clings to my back,

Tells me I'm not good enough.

Not pretty.

Not skinny.

Just not enough.

I listen to this voice

As it draws me away from my true self.

I become a hollow and lifeless being.

It whispers slander, abusive words

I take it out on my body

I watch as tears fall

Down over my skin and protruding bones.

But this is what I want.

This is beauty

To me.

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