My Struggles

A moment captured through poetry of my life struggle of low self esteem.

Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.

Please stay quiet.

No! Stop! Stop the screaming stop the pain!

Stop the damaging thoughts and trembling shame.

"I am who I am"

If only all the positive words I say about myself didn't sound so much like lies.

If only those lies didn't make me cry.

If only the tears running down my cheek didn't resemble my fears.

My mirrors, they reflect differently than yours.

Is the reflection true or not, I don't know,

But either way my eyes don't change.

My mind doesn't change.

My perspective forever the same.

As if stuck in my own see-through box. 

Hand on glass trying to escape 

This is where I am. I am where I am.

Author's Note

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