I always believed I was fat and unattractive
as a girl and that was why I had few friends
and was lonely. Then one day while looking
through old photos my mom had left me
I discovered I was neither fat nor ugly.
So now I wonder, what was the real reason
behind this loneliness. Was there some deficiency
that carved that black hole of aloneness
but more importantly, why is it still there.
Do our demons follow us to our last breath.