weak

Today i woke up and looked in the mirror

but i didn't see me

i think to myself,

is this who i truly am.

so grotesquely disfigured, so ugly.

where did my beauty go?

i wonder but the answer is always a mystery,

i wonder but i cant figure why anyone would hurt a innocence,

i am an innocence but you still done it over and over.

i would scream for you to stop but you would only push harder.

i start drifting off into my special place 

and i start floating into my own little world.

all worries and cares just another distant memory in my constant ocean of despair.

i try but i can't run away 

everywhere i turn your standing there.

a constant reminder that i'm never going to be normal.

i want to cry but something's stopping.

tears are weakness in your eyes.

and im not going to give you the pleasure of bringing me down to my knees

you. are. not. going to make me weak!