Intense emotions devour the canvas of my mind.
I spend the night with salt-fed eyes,
Wondering if it will ever really get better.
I am strong.
Errors seem to trail behind all of my work.
I envision myself as savvier,
But someone else can always do it better.
I am intelligent.
Lush words spill over my pages,
I hope to breathe life into the souls of others,
But they brush past as if it were covered in gutter gunk.
I am creative.
I look in the mirror with sunken eyes,
My skin is dull and my jawline too soft,
I long for a different shell.
I am beautiful.
There are a lot of things I can’t do,
But there are a lot of things I can.
So whether I like it or not,
I simply am.
– Amanda Peters