A Note To The Past....

Past Dermatologists,

I

I TRUSTED…

I TRUSTED you…

I TRUSTED you but...

I TRUSTED you but you…

I TRUSTED you but you failed me…

I TRUSTED you but you failed me and oh it hurts my soul,

I put the last faith that I had in you but that part of my faith, you stole.

I TRUSTED that all those years of your education would help me find the last part of me again,

But the minuscule part I could see, was cut more thin.

Low self-esteem, hiding pains, and lost hope that you took,

You crock, you took, you took, you took, oh you fu**ing took, just look-look at my skin.

Can we begin….

I mean can we really begin?

I mean, I mean, and oh… I mean can we really rend…. this?

I’m a pain, not like the emotional feeling of anguish and despair,

But the actual pain itself is what I wear.

Dermatologist, oh bearer of promised relief,

Your potions-lack luster lotions, you asshole, you are a thief.

You can continue to treat what’s on the surface but not within,

I seriously have to remember that forgiveness is my best friend.

I TRUSTED you but you failed me…

I TRUSTED you but you…

I TRUSTED you but...

I TRUSTED you

I TRUSTED

I

 As I draw my weapon to fight this ongoing battle, again on my own,

I know I will achieve victory of winning this war but hopefully, not alone…..

And when I win,

I hope that I can find me…….. again

#Ilivedit #BrokenSkinTherapy