It\'s there
I know it is
Somewhere between sharpened, bloody shards
Lies my face
That wretched thing
misshapen
A grotesque piece of art depicting the regrets of humanity
And I can not cut it off
Trust me I’ve tried
There are still healing wounds that border my features
Cuts in brows and lips
Yet I somehow still recognize the reflection
This broken glass
Shattered mirror
it‘s laughing at me
It’s laughing at my defeat when I am supposed to be beautiful
I’m supposed to have the shapen brows
I\'m supposed to have full lips the color of flowers
Straight, glittering white teeth
Bright, audacious blue eyes
No brown and purple resting in the creases of my sleepless nights
Yet here I am
At 3 in the goddamn morning being ridiculed by a mirror
A broken, ancient thing that still reflects morning light
It’s breathtaking
I know it’s there
My face
I can see it within the bruised and bloody reflection that I see
That isn’t me
It can’t be
I’ve lost the weight
I’ve colored my face with reds and blues
How dare that thing in the mirror claim to be my face?
I might not have cut it off but I did change it
Slice by slice
Motion by motion
Bandage by bandage
I changed it
How am I still this homely?
I am supposed to be beautiful
I am supposed to be ethereal
Why am I still here?
I have school in the morning
I need to clean the glass
I need to wipe the blood from my fingertips
I need to go.