This bitch.
These bitches.
Always telling me what to do.
I look in the mirror
I see them
over my shoulders.
Like an angel and a devil
But by god
their the devils angels.
Reprimanding
Criticising
Demanding
Ungrateful
Bitches.
Can you not see
what I have become.
Are my skin and bones
Not good enough for you.
Shop windows
Mirrors
Other people’s eyes
Reflecting their disapproval.
They will not stop.
They will taunt me
They will tempt me.
They will cage me
Like an animal traps its prey.
At least an animal
that hunts
gets to eat.
Bitches.
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Author:
JaydeVictoria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2019 13:38
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Comments2
Confront their hostility with vomit and enjoy their revulsion.
Great provocative write.
Haha very good and yes also true! Thanks for reading!
Ya dont need to second guess with this one... filled to overflowing with vitriol and bile.. I so hope ya felt better after spitting this one out... Nice.. N
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