Every angle of thought that I provoke is brought down by negativity.
Constantly hating every inch of my existence, wanting me to mold myself into something you've created. You want something I can't physically do.
You don't think I would devour myself if I looked like a fallen tree branch with shaved bark and long lengthy limbs,
I've tried.
I've failed.
And now I feel defeated in my own skin.
When you asked me to change my entire being, I agreed, thinking I am not whole enough for myself, why shouldn't I try to be for someone else.
Maybe make myself into your goddess.
Let the secrets be out, I am not going to every be what you want me to be.
I will never be what I want to be.
I've tried you.
I've failed.
And now I feel defeated without your skin wrapped around me.
