Lie down on the couch pretty lady I tell her before I walk away. Before I stand under the shower hot water scalding me. Soon I won’t smell of paint thinner and ink. Soon I’ll be sitting for the first time all day. Lately I’ve been dreaming of pulling off my skin. The night is spent quietly and I couldn’t be happier.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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