Chapter 18: Self pity

Poems for the soulWords: 410

look at me with distain,

darting to each imperfection.Tracing the flawed skin with bitter hate .

Idealisation of her on my mind . Though I've tried to shake the pain of comparison, my wondering eyes can't abstain from looking , though it feels mundane.

My body feels so helpless like I built myself a cage.

I can't stand the sight of her , I have to look away .

Just cover my reflection, and leave me ,im okay.