imperfections

breaths felt like sips of alcohol
the hours after school
never seemed quite long enough
spent the hours tugging at strands of my hair
pulling out the root of my beauty
spent the minutes
picking at skin
hoping to find something
i would love
spent the seconds
clawing at the eyes that saw
my imperfections,
after the hours turned to minutes
and the minutes into seconds
i saw pure beauty
in a monster
S.M

Note: i was just kinda needing to write but i don think its all there but oh well
i kinda wrote it for anyone who feels bad about them selves i don't know take it  how you want