Badly drawn boy

I am not afraid.

I am not afraid.

I’m a frayed end

tattered

ragged

unravelling

threadbare

fretting

Sweating the big and the little stuff and fluff

I am not afraid.

I am a scribble on paper

angrily scrawled

A flipbook

restlessly static

Tangled in squiggles

you can rip me up

scratch the pages, my skin

I am not afraid

I’m a badly drawn boy

dressed in a mans masquerade

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