I look in the mirror
And all I see
Is the face of someone
I recognize not.
"How could she love me,
I'm not worthy
Of her love,"
I say, distraught.
A second glance
At the face in the mirror,
Unwilling to think beyond
The cruel things the voices say.
I know I don't belong.
"When will they leave?
There's no point in staying.
They've made their use out of me.
I'm an object to be thrown around,
Tossed carelessly."
One more time
I look at the glass.
A reflection of flesh, and harm.
One more time
I glance back down
Her name carved in my arm.
