maybe I'll be fixed

a sonnet about being beyond repair

I used to wake up and just watch you breathe,

I'd see your face and smile; we were in love. 

It hurt me in a way that I would seethe

Every time I saw you and I've become

A monster who covers all of their scars,

A beast who twists your words so that they hurt,

A freak who thinks we're written in the stars,

When you say I'm beautiful, I avert

Because I'm scared of what I do not know,

Don't know if I can be happy at all,

But maybe life will live and let me grow,

But I'm scared that I'll only ever fall.

So when you leave I'll rip myself to shreds,

But things beyond repair may yet still mend. 

Author's Note

This is my first try at a sonnet. I would appreciate comments and feedback!