Is That Really Me?

This poem is quite serious and I personally think is pretty common now days to many people.

Is that really me?

I look at the mirror

Hiding away from the the world upstairs

I see a face filled with undisguised terror

And I wish there was someone who truly cares

But is that really me?

The person with cuts on their arms

The person that is drowning in a pool of misery

The one covered in scars

Scars that are visible

And scars that are not

I wonder if I am alive or invisible?

Please, I volunteer to get shot

All my life I felt pain,

All my life I felt hurt,

Am I vain?

Am I just a piece of dirt?

What is it like to be accepted?

To be loved and to laugh

To feel like you owned the world?

I was made a fool by others

Beaten by mother

And yelled at by father

I am what you would call unaccepted

But I won’t give up hope

Though I don’t know how long I can last

After all I am human

But for know I won’t touch that rope.

By DEVILSANGEL7

Author's Note

Like I said in the description box, this poem is quite serious soooo maybe thats why I didn't edit it???