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2d
I don't look at myself in the mirror                                                        
All I see is who I hate but clearer                                                          ­                                                       If I really hone my on my flaws                                                            ­                                                    I rip myself up with no pause                                                            ­                                                  
So much hatred lives inside me                                                               ­                                                    
 It swallows me up like the sea                                                              ­                                              
Still it leaves me with the pain                                                             ­                                                That I will relive all over again                                                            ­                                           Leaving unhealed wounds that scar                                                             ­                                          Wounds that burn hot like the stars
I wrote this when I was really hating myself & depressed
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
23
   Arthur Vaso
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