I barely recognize her
the girl in the mirror
I see her  pain
how she is so tired of rejection
no one ever wants her
neither does she.
The girl... she's me
she'is my reflection.
I am a walking life form of flaws
I break inside
wanting nothing more than to be beautiful
my skin resembles my inner wounds
i'm never enough
never beautiful
never smart
never funny
never loved
never wanted
I know others have it worse than I
but that doesn't mean I wouldn't say good-bye.
I've been abused, used, lied to, hated
i get passed around from different places
getting tormented by new faces
I want to belong
but my reflection shows
that a beast as hideous as I
could never belong ... anywhere
I have accepted the fact
that I will never  be lovely
but nothing hurts worse than the pain
of looking in the mirror.

Because I am terrible at using my words,
I often intervene with body language.
But I will never be able to say through an embrace
"I love you,"
"don't leave me,"
and
“won't you please stay?”
if all you do is continuously silence me
each time you pull away.


*v.g