Shattered
It’s all I can do
to keep from screaming.
Ugly, stupid, vain, ugly
disgusting piece of flesh.
I’m a joke wrapped up in fake confidence.
Fake smiles. I hate my smile.
My hips, my joints, the very heart
that keeps this corpse alive.
“You’re fine, I can’t notice, you’re beautiful.”
But can’t you see my rotting soul?
Infatuated with the mirror.
Find every flaw. Misaligned teeth and poor vision.
I wish sleep never ended, morning never came.
I wish my mind would shut up.
Stop shouting how useless I am.
How stupid I truly am.
I already know there is no fix
for an anxious leg tapping
staring in the mirror until I’m sick.
I’ll fix it later. Pills, surgery, break
my body down or break all the voices in my head.
I’m mentally unstable. Emotionally damaged
like fine china shattered.