Inside/Outside

There is no inside/outside

differentiation

I've become what I am

all the way through

Baggage has accumulated

and I drag it in my middle

Too exposed like my sides shaved

Abrupt like my fingers

Short tempered like the

length of my legs

Thick like my pale moon thighs

Stubborn like curves

and soft like lips

I am the product of

my own self

One look at me and

you'll see all you need to

And maybe some I don't

I am my biggest flaw

My darkest outline

The deepest breath I hold

in my chest

Afraid if I continue

I'll continue to be me

I hate what I've become

and I've become what I hate

I've let myself go

I stand begrudgingly in front

of my reflection

and I break a little more

There is no motivation

permanent enough

to fix what I've become