There's a girl in my mirror.
There's a girl
My parents hate.
They told me she's worthless,
And I told her this.
She didn't utter a word.
Tears rolled down her face,
One after another,
As if she was carrying
An ocean inside her.
An ocean of grief.
With lips trembling,
And cheeks flushed red,
She asked me in a small voice,
Why?
Oh, why do they do this?
They throw their words at me so easily,
As if they were merely
the dust of their clothes.
Unaware of how they hit me
Like daggers in my heart.
They break me, they tear me.
They pierce me, they shatter me.
And then step back and enjoy the fire,
As they watch me burn.
I had no words to answer,
So I just turned to show her my back.
She gasped as she watched
The bruises that covered my skin.
From the back of my neck,
To the end of my waistline.
Even I couldn't tell where they began.
"It's not just the words that hurt."
I said
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PoésieI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
