Unpretty

“God, I’m ugly,”

I scream at the mirror

As I stand there naked

And begin to shiver.

 

The mirror shatters

As my fist collides.

I take a shard of glass and watch

As across my wrist it glides.

 

My blood streams out,

Staining the bathroom floor.

I write a single word in blood

Across the door.

 

“Unpretty”

 

Will I ever be beautiful

In your eyes?

Or will I

Always be despised?

 

The bruises you gave me

Will soon fade,

But from my hand

You will never remove this blade.

 

This makes me feel beautiful –

This bitter sweet pain –

As I wrap this sheet around me,

All crimson stained.

 

Unpretty

 

You made me feel ugly

And I began to believe,

Because love blinded me –

Your words were all I could see.

 

Now my face

Is all carved and slashed.

You have given

Your last lash.

 

So, do you think

I’m pretty now?

I told you I would be –

I made a solemn vow.

 

With blood dripping

From my wrists and face,

I hope you now know

It is me you will never replace.

 

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