Looking in the mirror and I don't see me.
I see something uglier, much deeper than looks.
As if I'm not me, but someone else is.
Like someone is taking my place.
Like they are walking my pace.
Seeing through my eyes.
Feeling through my skin.
Not sleeping those endless nights.
No smile not even a grin.
I look down at my arms
And all I see are the scars.
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Comments3
Same here... Mine are everywhere.
Been there myself great write
I've written a poem about cutting. I usually do a view from a third person perspective though. I really liked this, good write.
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