Not The Real Me

Copyright JoAnna

I’m broken inside so i break the outside.
Why should i live here when I’m not comfortable in this skin?

I bleed to feel, to see if this is realy me.

Sparks fly and they have nowhere to go.
Running through my veins i have to set them free.

When things get hot, i make them a little hotter.
A burn from a cigarette is what it needs.

I like to see black, blue, purple, and red.

I don’t want to die, i want to live but,
it’s hard to be in this skin.

I look in the mirrror and don’t see what you do.

I’m not my mother and not my father.
They made this and i like to destroy it.


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