Most days I find it hard to look in the mirror
At times,
I convince myself that nobody would miss me
If I were gone.
My scars tell stories that I wish I could keep
To myself.
I cry for no reason,
And have trouble figuring out the way I'm
Supposed to function,
When my mind is such a scary place.
Although it wasn't always like this.
I used to be happy and my skin was also bare.
But those days are gone.
Just like my happiness.
<copyright Lucie Jenkins 2k17>
