by Demie Allisia
Could I feel beautiful without the feeling of heaviness on my skin. Could my eyes feel special without my wings fluttering.
My skin could feel clearer without the craziness of my gut pulling me back and forth with this anxiety that I'm clothed with.
I feel like I'm turning numb with only these things that everybody else desires has. Maybe I could smile without the glossy touch of pink destroying my nose with sweet smells.
Could I read a book without hiding. Could my hairspray be put too rest just for a day. Maybe I could eat chocolate without the emotion of murdering stares.
If I could just feel like a me for a day. Could I feel free knowing this was really me?