As I look into the mirror,
I can see all of my harm,
My eyes, so full of tears,
And blood running down my arm;
The bruises on my neck,
Fom my old, worn, jumpung rope,
Those pills are making me a reck,
I’m runing out of hope;
I find that I can’t do this,
But my mind is such a mess,
As I stare blankly at my wrist,
I think, I cannot pass this test;
Closing my eyes,
It’s no surprise,
That’s what I see,
It comes to me……
My pain from rejection,
The anger of denile,
The sight of my reflection,
From when I was a child.