They Run

I hate it
when they
ask me
how I got
like this

because then
you’re there

and I can’t
disguise
the horror
on my face

they turn
and run

(
they were
only being
polite.
)

They call me
beautiful

but broken

they ask me
how I got
that way

I tell them
and then
they run

(
I don’t
blame them.
)
~8/14/14

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