I am a Victim

Shell

It's hard to look in the mirror,

And you see only the shell of who you once were.

You remind yourself of how the beauty slowly disappeared, 

Starting secretly on the inside. 

You became numb, 

Unaware of how hurt you should feel after being used, played and damaged so many times.

I know what it's like to sit in the dark and cry your eyes out. 

You have thoughts about hurting yourself, 

Hoping the monster inside could somehow make the mask you've lived in for years,

A little more beautiful. 

But if you look in real close, 

With your nose pressed against the glass, 

You'll see you've become ugly.

Inside and out. 

You are a mess of everything you've one hated, 

Everything you still hate. 

The people on the outside can see the bottle of lies and scars of insecurities.

And the secrets you thought would be kept forever,

Are the things everyone knows.