ME by Megan LangleyMy insides are drowning within
My own blood. To prick
My sensitive skin is to painfully, slowly drain
My life from this useless, empty structure they call
My body. It has served as
My defense against the physical entities exposed through nature's revengeful plan; yet, has
My physique truly proven itself as an efficient container of
My bleeding organs, which yearn for a better, stronger body?
My inner life struggles to expand, pushing against the walls formed by
My helpless body and successfully oozes out of each crevice.
My nails strive to destroy the smooth, silky touch of
My skin but only to scrap off each minor blemish, which combined, forms a massive mound of imperfection otherwise known as
ME... 04/21/2003 Author's Note: I wanted to add more to this poem, but this is how it turned out.
Posted on 04/22/2003 Copyright © 2024 Megan Langley
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