You saw the marks on my face
And I know
You don't need this
I should hide these
Under sleeves and
Pretend that my fingernails don't
Scrape against my skin like
I'm trying to escape myself
But please
My body is asking for help
The only way it knows
And after this evening
I've never felt so alone
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
