Short Poems

11

Her demons weren't the kind you could see.

They hid in the shadows of her mind,

twisting her mouth into a smile,

but never quite gaining control of her eyes.

That is why you could see the pain in her eyes

but feel warmth from her smile.

They haunted her, taunted her,

made her hate that image in the mirror.

"You're fat, you're ugly, you're dumb."

They laughed at her expense.

They pushed and pushed, closer to the edge each time.

She was teetering over,

and the jump was becoming more appealing.

-Self-hatred from the inside