im there when you want to rip out your hair and scream ,
knees on the floor, your face is in my hands . .
and there seems to be glass everywhere you look and you're crying ,
you can see it.
i dont know who told you i was dangerous -- but
i can only be so kind .
who has ever thought about how i feel?
when i was little my mom had this vanity that was covered in mirrors and then draped with a cloth, and i have memories of trying to pull the cloth off to see the full thing, and also memories of being on her bed and being able to see myself where there were slits.