split

staring in the mirror at the person 
who avoids my gaze, 
trembling in fear from comments 
filled with disgrace that were meant as compliments 
and others that bullied me to change. 
becoming hyper focused on a body 
i once simply lived in like a crab in its shell but now 
my only home appears to be a personal hell.

you can find the written poem on my blog. links to other social platforms here. — This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/support
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