It’s Scaring Me

It keep playing
Inside my head
Inside my head

Unhealthy thought about
How I dislike
My own body

It’s scaring me
So vary much
So vary much

I know that
It’s not true
Not one bit

But still it
Keeps on playing
Inside my head

Unhealthy thought about
How I dislike
My own body

It’s scaring me
So vary much
So vary much

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2 responses to “It’s Scaring Me

  1. I really like this poem, Devin. It has that same short, staccato rhythm of something that can play on a continuous reel in your mind, so the structure and the content of the poem are in harmony. I think everyone experiences this repetitive-thought thing you’re describing at some point or other in their lives…it’s just the message that varies from person to person…so even though your poem is very personal, you’ve struck a univeral note.

    Like

  2. Sheilah,
    Glad you liked it and that you found it relatable.

    Like

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