At my core
is heaps of shame
and I deserve
every
rotten
thing
to come my way.
At my core
you will find
the most putrid smell
of acid and
ice cream and
a thousand pounds of guilt.
At my core
tornadoes
of all the things
I
can’t
handle
make me hollow
and heavy
and ashamed.
The depth! In each and every word, I can relate to it! The chaos hidden inside, the guilt hidden by a fake smile! 🍁
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