Open up
they said.
Be more vulnerable
they said.
Don’t keep it all bottled in
they said.
Tell them what’s bothering you
they said.
Confide when you’re ready
they said.
You’ll feel better
they said.
That’s fucking bullshit
I said.
Open up
they said.
Be more vulnerable
they said.
Don’t keep it all bottled in
they said.
Tell them what’s bothering you
they said.
Confide when you’re ready
they said.
You’ll feel better
they said.
That’s fucking bullshit
I said.
If you’re reading this,
I’m not mad.
I’m just disappoi-
No Nope. Yeah no.
I take that back,
I’m mad.
Good luck.
I work so damn hard to be happy
which is why it kills me that I’m not.
When I look in the mirror,
I hate myself.
I cannot find one small thing
that I enjoy about myself.
I do what I can
to change that
but nothing is never enough.
I’m starting to see why
models starve themselves
just to like what they see.
Maybe not such a bad idea.
Today isn’t better.
The smallest things upset me.
I think I’ll give up.