I’m quiet
You tell me I’m sulking
I’m self-conscious
Feel fat
Acne-smeared
Old
You say I should accept compliments
I’m tired
You ask me what’s wrong
Nothing
Particularly
But
Sometimes it is difficult to live in my mind
And to be inside my skin
©cih16, 26.07.16
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.