Collection of my poetry

Scared

I'm scared.

Scared they see right through my paper thin facade.

Scared they only love the part of me I show them.

They don't know about that night, pressed against the tile 

in that moldy bathroom with a knife to my collarbone.

"If you love me, you'd want this."

I didn't want it.

And I'm scared that once the secret gets out,

they will see how broken I am.

A reflection warped in broken mirrors.

Cracked and shattered,

like my heart.

I'm scared to let them in,

but more scared they won't care either way.

I'm scared to be scarred.