my mind is not a peaceful place broken glass and crumbled walls past arguments and spoken slurs echo down my marble halls stress and red lace the ceilings fragile portraits capture my feelings I hate my guts and my friend dressed in pink i love my clothes but i’m not what you’d think sometimes i go days without thinking to eat

but it’s alright

things are always changing and in my reflection is a rushing river shifting as it flows i may be mistaken but i think i’m starting to grow i like what I see eventually I will learn to love me