Tripping Down Memory Lane: As I Am


from the womb to walking

I’ve felt the same

self-hatred stew 

brewing in my brain


the longer I look

the more I despise 

what stares back at me

a mirror reflects lies


wipe away the makeup

bring forth my fears

strip off my layers 

I’m left in tears


the style I choose

hides the feelings I didn’t

the brighter I look

the more there is within it


as my self-confidence 

is more rare than a bloody steak,

I hide behind what people perceive 

while the stew keeps brewing, with each breath I take