when will it be my turn
when will it be my turn to be loved
when will it be my turn to be told i'm everything to someone
when will it be my turn to feel pretty, otherworldly, stunning
Mom
It's getting worse
I hate
the way my tummy rolls when i sit in this chair and how i feel guilty when i eat a whole bag of peeler gummies and when i don't eat because i hate how i look in the mirror
Dad
Comments
It's interesting to look at this picture after reading your poem about the library. It looks nearly empty, but as I said before: You made it come alive!
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