i can’t fit the smiling compliments inside of me, i try to make room for the‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’, but i am overflowing with what you painted me in.

it was never enough tobleed myself dry, “you will never change

i learnt anger the way a childis taught to write their name,spelt “sorry” before i could read

i am not pretty or beautiful, just like you told me,with a paintbrush dipped in cruelty