Mirror

There's a mirror
see someone in there,
who it is? Is it me? Am i like that?
And this scar? Oh god
i can not look in the mirror
why do you do this to me?
Why do you hate me so much?

I pause

"Breathe" i say to myself
"You're beautiful just the way you are" , again the feeling of despair and disgust appears

I panic
who would love a girl like me?
I have a scar i have hair i wish i didn't have i am above my weight yet not with the body i want, i don't eat or eat too much

The feeling of despair, of ineptitude as woman,
Those feelings keep awake at night.
What am i doing wrong? Am i worthy of love? Am i able to love?
So many questions
and so many insecurities that don't let me live freely.

Just another day

M.P. da Silva