A Book of Little Poems ;)

What Have I Become

Sometimes I lock myself in the bathroom

I look in the mirror, horrified

What is that ugly monster staring right at me?

Sometimes I tear at this helpless face

With my own two hands

My fingers drag and tug at the skin

As I feel numb from emotion

Sometimes I pull at my hair

And shake my head

As I stare at the ugly creature with puffy eyes

I then open my mouth to scream

But no sound escapes

Sometimes I bang my head against the reflection

And the monster inside mimics

Our forheads collide with sharp pain

But I'm so numb that pain is heaven

What have I become?

Sometimes I lie in bed

And emotions flood in

A whole day of masking

And now I can't stop them

Tears pool my eyes

So much that my pillow's damp

I shut my eyes to sleep

But salty droplets slide across my cheeks

Sometimes I think

What's the point in staying alive?

Sometimes I think

I wish I'd never wake up

Just what have I become?