i keep my best ideas under the bed
pressed against the monsters i found in my head.
bad dreams. reversable fantasies.
lately every picture i see of myself makes my mind churn.
stomach acid burn.
i wake up in the morning and imagine i'm anyone but me, anywhere but here.
i'd even be her if i had half the chance.
my mirror has glazed over from lack of use. i'm tired of seeing reflected insecurities.
if only some one could see what i see.
i'm rolling my eyes at myself with every word i breathe.
thank you for loving me regardlessly.
maybe some day i'll try doing the same thing.
