Waking up every morning,
To another painful day,
Believing as I open my eyes,
That I won’t be okay.
I stare into the mirror,
At every imperfection,
Shapes move and contort,
Distorting my reflection.
Clench my fists in anger,
Well up with tears in pain,
Scream inside, desperately,
But bite my lip and refrain.
One tear falls and trickles,
My cheek becomes its home,
The only thing to comfort me,
Now that I’m all alone.
Stumbling over whispered words,
Tripped by memories galore,
Remembering each word and tone,
Have brought me to floor.
Patchwork crimson ribbons,
Scars that trail and weave.
But fooled by my expression,
Nobody will believe.
Here I sit and here I rock,
Head cradled in my hands,
All this caused by my reflection,
That no one understands. |
