The longer I stare the more I start to notice the beautiful colors that are displayed like artwork on your face.

I thought I was used to the feeling of being hurt but then it struck again. What I knew was the rain until you showed me the hurricane.

Warning, this poem does talk about some sensitive subjects. If you are easily triggered by eating disorders, please do not read. Thank you.

It is time that society doesn't make us feel bad for being ourselves.