Beauty is in the Eye

a small poem about myself about a year ago

Home again

A self mutilating

Teenage Girl

sits alone in her room

with a razor

fists clenching

beating herself

denting herself

and bruising her beautiful face

The blood runs down her skin

and lip

she pops the piankillers

and mixes the drinks

Hoping this time, it works

she has the friends

she has the looks

she has the future

But she still feels ugly

and her name

 

is mine