Bumps

Bumps on my

skin raise

and rise

and tell me

i’m not good

enough.

They tell me

that I am

shit,

that the things

i call my art,

are pointless

ugly

stupid.

Bumps rise

and raise

and I tried

to tune it

out, but

..

maybe they’re

right.

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