I look in the mirror
And see a thousand scars
Even the most faded of them
Seem so angry,
A physical reminder
Of the pain that plagues
My mind.
Every time,
I want to make it count.
Every time,
I say I’ll remember.
Some of them I do,
But most just fade into obscurity.
It becomes a baseless excuse,
A justification,
To spill open every time
My heart hurts,
Every time the voices in my head
Tell me I am not good enough,
Not smart enough,
Not pretty enough,
To deserve love or kindness.
How much blood have I lost,
How many tears have I shed,
Thinking I am nothing?