And so like poor Alice, innocent and foolish, I fell down the rabbit hole, into the underworld, where up is down, and food is sinful, and I am of absolutely no worth.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Monsters
I wish I could go back and tell little me,
A big kid is not something you want to be.
The monsters that used to live under your bed,
Have moved, and now live inside your head.
The monsters tell you you're not good enough,
The monsters are what force you to starve and cut.
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