chi-kappukeki

I hate the mirror. It's a constant reminder of how ugly I am. I spot my flaws easily, rather than spotting the features that make me look good. It sickens me to think that I'm never going to be good enough. And I sometimes believe it. I often compare myself to my friends, Each of them perfectly poised and shaped, and then theres me. The Ugly Duckling.

It started so many years ago. A little problem that proceeded to grow, How big it would get, no one could know. But if they had, it could have helped so. She grasped the blade, it touched her skin; This is where the saga did begin. She cut herself to remove her sin, The evil poured out as the steel went in. She soon realized that each cut brought release It brought her harmony, brought her peace. It was a welcome feeling, how could she cease? The amount of cutting began to increase. It was a vicious cycle of blood and pain She'd cut one day, then try to abstain. You can't understand, because it's hard to explain; Bu