I dress myself in my favourite
Lace bra and matching panties
Standing in front of him.
Do you like what you see?
I paint myself dancing in the sky
Nothing but skin and stars
Reaching out to him.
Do you like what you see?
I write myself on a journey,
So much tragedy and progress,
Still learning to smile for him.
Do you like what you see?
I bare myself to the mirror
Count the flaws and scars
That I wish I could show him.
I don’t like what I see.
I rip myself to tiny shreds
Tear the flesh and expose the red
Bony wrists that hide from him.
Do you like what you see?
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About the Creator
Kaitlyn Ford
A young Canadian girl with a lot to say. I want my voice to be heard.
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