Fainting Goat

She’s little

Not even 8

But she has hope 

Hope that shines

Through her blue eyes

Hope that dances

Across her face

Just like how she

Dances in the rain

Listening to Taylor Swift 

Dear tormentor

Is this all i will ever become?

She had me whispered

As the moon waltzed through the sky

Your pretty object?

i labor through bright and dim

My long forgotten body

                                          Pulses

With the glow of what could have been

When you close your eyes

Can you feel

Remorse

Bubbling into your chest?

When you shut your mouth

Can you feel

Regret?

Can you?

Or do you just let the

I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world, 

I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had. 

I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat.