Untitled For The Girl I Was Poem by noah nomadic

i carve emotions onto my skin,
tracing old scars with magic marker and pen.
magic how it takes me back two years ago when
pain was
going out of vogue so we
self medicated. we smoked and we wrote our
angry poetry for the people we wanted to be.
and i climbed through hoops for this
bullshit image
tearing myself down and out into a
broken girl seeking approval from broken friends.
but now they are hickory smoking themselves so they'll
sell a little better and i am
coloring myself the color of my anger
and we are still broken,
broken poets without the poetry