I STARE IN THE MIRROR
EVERY DAY AND LOOK AT
WHAT I COULD'VE BECOME.
I STARE AT WHAT PEOPLE CALL SCARS
BECAUSE THEY REFUSE TO BELIEVE
THAT I'M JUST UGLY.
I'VE CAUGHT SOBS AND SCREAMS
IN A TRAP IN MY THROAT
THAT EVERYONE MISTAKES FOR A NAME.
LOVER AFTER LOVER AFTER LOVER
RUNS A HAND WHERE MY HEART NEVER WAS
AND ASKS, "WHO WAS SHE?"