Standing alone into a mirror clear,
Watching my dirty sins disappear...

I can't recall
Liquid leaking into my NO closed mouth in the dark...

Id like to tell you a story,
Although I must warn...

From a Mothers flawless womb,
An imperfection now lived...

You cannot hold my hand,
For it has been drenched for unseen sins...

Laughing at me while my sentence has been past,
She screams in the mirror 'Defy me No more...

Each day another failure,
Striving to impress a fickle heart...

A glistening wrapper,
Full of sugar delight...

*Not a poem, just an old diary entry*
i knew this would happen. Everyone says the worst...

I wanna be weak, but strong,
i wanna be soft, but hard...

I want to let my princess know
i strive for her beauty...

I threw up today mum,
My stomach in an anxious knot...