The Monster In My Head
All day, every day,
It's there.
Taunting me. Calling me names
Fat.
Gross.
Ugly.
Worthless.
MISTAKE.
The mirror is my enemy.
This blade is my friend.
Maybe if I slice into my skin.
It will get rid of the monster in my head.
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