the red monsters on my skin;
the red monsters on my skin; the humbling burn of shame.
they appear after too many happy days
to remind me
to remind me of my pain
inside and out
you are not pretty
you are not good enough
these are the things they whisper
these are the things they whisper to keep me up at night.
these marks on my face
these marks on my face they stick out.
they are all
they are all i
they are all i see.