Poems from sarahac

At the start, She was kind, beautiful, free. She was individual, unique Better than she’d ever been. Then, near the middle, And more...
Oh the filter, The super appealing, Eye catching, Version of me. Is that seriously who I want to be? A girl who is insecure Would rather...
In. Out. In. Out. One breath. Another one. That’s what I’m telling myself, As I’m bombarded with Outrageously unattainable Standards So...