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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