Challenge
Everyone has a deep, dark secret (or ten). Write about (one of) yours in any poetic style. You can be as specific (or as vague) as you want. Please tag me.
What have I become
They told you to be yourself
Yet when you do they judge
You can never escape their comments
As your life starts to fade with every pound you lose
Oh dear little one
Perfection is nothingif you're dying
Yet they do not listen
As worthless they think you are
Soon six feet above roses is where you are
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