True Danger.

Solace and Terror.

Worthless.
Skeletal.
Words sewing themselves to my brain.
Staying in my eyes until it's all I see.
I take off my shirt and stand facing the mirror.
They all say I'm too skinny.
But all I see is that I'm ugly.
Too much ribs here.
Too much fat there.
That's all...
Why did Jake get mad? I was just asking..
No he was right to.
Why would I ask him?
People shouldn't have to put up with my problems.
People with problems aren't invisible.
I hang my head, not wanting to see the mirror anymore.
All I do is make peoples' lives harder.
I can't even think..
My thoughts are tied through with me telling myself that's not true. I am a person. I have problems too.
Lea's voice people shouldn't have to put up with me.
My voice wishing for quiet inside my head.
That's it.
I just want some peace.
I don't want to have to hear what I think or what other people think. But especially not what I think.
It's terrible.
Trapped in my mind.
The one place of both solace and terror.