Deteriorated Soul
Click, click, and click
The moment has been captured in time forever
My face, my body
All for the world to see
What’s behind the exterior they do not know
The smile on my face hides the insecurities my mind constantly repeat
The joyful eyes do not show the anger and sadness I wish would disappear
The chubby face never gives way to the depression which will reach 10 years this month
The head of curls do not display the stress that consumes my body
The curviness of my body does not show my shattered, crippled, and deteriorated soul
The 5’11 frame with a straight back does not give way the little girl on the floor screaming
It only shows me.
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