"What do you want from me?" I scream at the monster I see in the mirror, "Tell me!"
My knees buckle, I collapse to the cold tiled floor, choking on my own tears.
"What did I do to deserve this?" I yelp, my voice clogged from sorrow.
They all say I'm not alone, they say I have a great life. They don't see me now, do they?
My hands shaking, I grab the razor sitting innocently on the shelf.
I scream in agony and my voice echoes through the dead empty house.
"deeper," I order myself, tracing harder against my sliced skin.
Finally, bloodshed.
I wash my pain away as it melts into the sink, I scrub the stains off.
Nobody needs to know, they must believe my act.
I throw on my fake smile and walk out.
And that's me, the infamous artificially happy child.
