I am not beautiful
I may be pretty or interesting
but never beautiful
I am stuck
How do I become this beautiful?
Is it make up?
A certain size?
Maybe it personality
Perhaps none of the above
Perhaps I will never be
Just existing between worlds
One where I am happy
One where I crumble
When they try to fix me
they cut themselves on the shards
So I become fake
Look positively cheery
I eat shallow for lunch
So I become humble
I wash it down with insecurities
I became confident
Your tongue lashed out
I watched as it exploded
A bomb I thought would submit
lessen with more time
The heat never escaped
The burns kept alight
These words are hollow
My mouth is empty
He shatters my love
My name is Mass
short for masochist
and how much it weighs me down
