Inner Demon

Relentlessly, criticism clamors around in my mind
My hair, my weight, my skin, my thighs
All too happy to over analyze
The flaws that never catch his eye
But I must delight in picking myself apart
Because I have turned it into a wicked art
Self-destruction, she always knows the way
To get between what I think and what I say
And it’s so sad because I know better by now
I just never learned how
How to silence the wreckage in my head
Or drown it out with joy instead

-Kortney Marie


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