Why Must There Be?

A poem about how I think I look...

When I get home,
I walk into the bathroom,
Undress completely,
And step into the tub

I turn on the water,
Almost straight hot,
And feel the stream,
As today’s events
Begin to wash off

I feel the water,
Fall against my
Pale, bruised skin

And I look at my arms,
And my legs,
Disgusted with all the
Terrible scars

I stand there
For awhile,
Just feeling the heat

Finally,
I was having some time to
Think

I leaned my head
Against the wall,
And close my eyes,
Feeling as if I could
Fall

I feel the water begin to
Go cold,
And turn off the fossett
And step onto the
Rug

I dry off,
Still enjoying the peace
And then I stand in
Front of the mirror
Revolted with
What I see

In the mirror
I saw someone that
Was just so ugly

My hair is
Such a mess,
So greasy,
And torn

My stomach is
So Fat,
And covered in marks,
From all the needles

My cheeks are always
Red,
And my eyes are always
Dark and puffy

My legs are slim,
But pale,
And unattractive

All over my arms and legs,
Deep, repulsing scars
Are all I see

Why must I have so many
Things that are wrong
With me?

Reviews

[chandlerl]

Dis makes me sad...=( for many reasons, everyone is beautiful...

[LostandAlone]

Yeah... Yeah, maybe...

[chandlerl]

NO IT IS EVERYTHING I SAY IS TRUE...see if i was on drugs i could blame that on the drugs. XD but im jking....i wish everything i said was true then i could say, i own a barnes and nobles and have allllll the books i want

[LostandAlone]

Yeah.. Ah, nice., Hahaha, niiiiice. :P