shards of my brain in tiny bits
lay scattered on my bed
don’t know what i did
but at least i still bleed red

angry lines all over my skin
the soap makes it sting
lock the doors so they can’t get in
bruised and sore, my throat will sing

music doesn’t sound right
it doesn’t fill my brain
i can’t sleep at night
not to the song of the rain

i hate my reflection
he says he loves me
just a few more injections
they say surgery will go smoothly

my bed frame is far too small
too many eyes everywhere
i try hiding but i’m far too tall
need to stop pulling my hair

too obsessed with lying
i never did do well in school
not sure when i stopped trying
but they played me for a fool

flinching at hands and dodging hugs
i’m not scared of anyone
throwing rocks and smashing bugs
just to see them squirm and run