even natural beauty can’t cover up who you really are
vines knot with my veins,
intertwining their fingertips throughout my body,
and choke out what little hasn't been destroyed
flowers bloom against my organs
and try to make me into something beautiful instead of this monster without a heart
butterflies erupt from my stomach and eat at every negative thought until all I feel is a tingling, numbing sensation that filters through my body like champaign
bees buzz up and down my mind,
trying to turn violent thoughts into sweet symphonies that stick to others lips as my words float through the air
birds weave their feathers
through my hair,
braiding intricate designs across my head to fill me with blissful dreams and higher self a steam
trees take root at the base of my feet and grow with me through time, granting me wisdom and peace of mind and holding my posture so I grow sure and strong
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how is it I've been stripped of earth's lies but even with nature's disguise I can't hide the despise in my eyes?
