This poem has been in my head for a while now, and I've finally finished it! I hope you enjoy. I think, as a girl especially, everyone always asks you about your insecurities, but never what you like about yourself, so I wanted to make the comment section on this poem a safe space for you to write all the things you love about yourself, be it your nose, your eyes, or the way your hair looks when the sun shines! Post them down below - can't wait to see what you write.
To whomever it may concern, I am giving up. I am giving up, and I mean it. I have spent my entire life chasing, trying watching my friends fall and crash and crumble, breaking their bones and twisting their ankles and I? I am giving up. I am giving up because I don't - I don't /know/ what I'm chasing, I don't /know/ what perfect is. It's like... It's like I have all the puzzle pieces /'blonde hair, blue eyes'/ but when they slot together... they make nothing at all. And so, I am giving up. With my hair still brown and my knuckles bruised But my head held high. Sincerely, Yours. My darling, I love you. xx
