my mind is not a peaceful place

broken glass and crumbled walls

past arguments

and spoken slurs

echo down my marble halls

stress and red

lace the ceilings

fragile portraits

capture my feelings

I hate my guts

and my friend dressed in pink

i love my clothes

but i’m not what you’d think

sometimes i go days

without thinking to eat

but it’s alright

things are always changing

and in my reflection

is a rushing river

shifting as it flows

i may be mistaken

but i think i’m starting to grow

i like what I see

eventually I will learn to love me