The World In My Words

From Titles to The View in All Eyes

I am nothing to anyone,

someone on the other end of a screen.

I am a sad girl, smiling to hide how I feel,

just like everyone else around me.

My desires are distant,

sacred to only myself.

My days are numbered,

the same way we count blessings I count breaths.

My name is so different,

you've never heard it,

not unless it's your own.

Some days I need my space,

others I need to be held.

I grew up being pricked and pulled,

thrown and torn,

bullied and harrassed.

But my story is different,

I was abused,

mentally and physically, by myself.

My life is like a movie because I am so fortunate,

but yet so unaccepted.

Can someone please tell me why they call me that?

I get the names,

slut- whore- bitch- skank.

Is that really what you think of me?

Am I really like that.

No.

Words do not define me,

I go to others to feel worthy,

and to feel accepted.

I am everything you just called me,

but only in your eyes.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I believe I am nothing,

nothing is all I want to be,

but right now me is who I am,

and changing is going to be harder than staying the same person.