She muttered to herself

As the days events unfolded

Always questioning the validity of her 


The only time the muttering stopped 

Was when she delved into a story

A place unknown that she had to discover

This pattern of speaking slowly left

Her with fewer and fewer friends

For she started imagining a better verison

Of the people around her

Living inside your mind 

Is a dangerous thing to do

The more frequent 

The less likely you will stop

They say virtual reality is a new technology

But I’ve been exisiting inside of myself 

For a long time

She knew it hurt her

I knew it hurt me

Spirit, break me from this pattern

This life I have contrived for myself


Made Up

I applied the make up to my face

My hands knew the drill

Where to pat

Where to puff

My lips plumped for the red red stain

All the motions were set before

I remembered that this wasnt me

The face filled in

Looked nice

But cracked underneath

Why did I go through the motions? 

When I knew I would be unhappy?

The eyeliner rubbed off

When I itched my eyes because of allergies


Allergies to being a fake version of 



Reasons you are lovely, a poem of self love rather than self hate:
Each morning comes with new dew and new sun
You stretch your arms
Strong and bold
You notice the little things about you
And why they make you laugh
You encourage the lark to sing once again
As your self doubt creeps into your morning
The mirror shows a being of charm and wit
The tongue show a woman of grace and beauty
For you are beautiful
As you listen to your inner voice
Harm might be lurking
Then softly to yourself you start to sing
Singing a song only you know
It releases your stress
Gives breath to your day
Maybe you will smile at that stranger