ThisNameIsReallyBad

   Standing in the doorway, breath catching in my throat, I brace myself for another day Staggering through the warped, twisted images of myself The monsters with crooked teeth and massive bellies, waiting to fill themselves with self-hatred Past the one with the 'Jew nose' Past the one with the massive, jiggling legs Swerving around the jutting stomachs, the fat hands reaching out for something to overtake and call their own  Sickening images of myself that I am sick of living with but I can't live without them The thought of me loving myself hurts so much more than what I tell myself everyday Spending hours gazing into each and every

"Now,my words are far too shaky to confess in person,so I will write this to you in hope that you will understand. I often find myself staying awake at night,simply thinking of what you might be doing. Are you asleep right now as I write this? Who do you dream of at night? Is it me? I hope it's me...Somehow I feel as if it isn't me. You are not mine. Someone as beautiful as you can never be confined by anyone. Never to be pegged as a personal belonging. As I say this,it seems so silly and I hope you will laugh and smile,taking this as a joke. If you do not feel the same,I would pray that this can be seen as a joke to you. It'll be less painfu