Poems from Savvyhaudenshild
No filter
No control.
I don't choose to look like I do.
With dead eyes.
And an empty smile.
No filter
No control.
I did not ask for this....
The skin I'm in is
borrowed.
I want to peel it back,
and destroy my casing.
So you can see my
inside.
Because that's the only place
I can...
