all you ever taught me was that

i am unlovable
from my too round too soft too short scarred legs
to my bulbous, marked hips
to the paunch of my stomach, also marked but
i did that myself.

i am unlovable
from my ratted, too bleached hair
my too small eyes, caked with makeup
to my fat fat cheeks, so large and
to my splatter of freckles like someone wasnt sure what color to make me
my too big always chapped lips
the way my chin turns into two and the way i cannot hide it

i am unlovable
there are veins visible through my too white skin, blue/purple/red veins of
lifeblood that i do not want
in my shoulders, my face, my chest

i am unlovable
my fingers do not carry any sort of touch that could make anyone feel anything
how can anyone love me if i cannot make them feel?
from head to toe i am imperfect, wrong, ugly, and disproportionate
even if what i see is not what you see

i am unlovable
because of what’s inside me
because of my head and my brain
because of
me

i am unlovable because no one will love me

no one will love me because i am unlovable

i am unlovable because no one will love me

no one will love me because i am unlovable

no one loves me because there’s nothing to love

there’s nothing to love because no one loves me

no one loves me because there’s nothing to love

there’s nothing to love becase no one loves me