I'm like a Message in a Bottle as I look in the Mirror

My Description of my Scoliosis

As I look in the mirror.

All I see, is this nasty curve staring at me.

This curve is evil, it seals my fate.

I’m powerless, unless I decide before it’s too late.

But I don’t want to, I’m afraid.

The curve is snake like, and scary as can be.

Come look at this freak show.

There’s a snake inside of me.

Scarier, then Slytherin.

Scary as can be

Even Voldermort would run from me.

I feel ugly and hideous, as I tighten my bra.

I feel ugly, as I look at my spine.

I look at my hand, no fingers to intertwine.

As I am not a girl, who likes to complain, who likes to whine.

I stay silent, even if the pain is intense.

I stay silence, and shiver at my hideousness. 

I suffer in silence.

I float away.

A message in  bottle.

On the waves the truth, and I sway.

I close my eyes, and start to pray.

I don’t want this to happen.

I want to find another way,

But I’ve tried and failed.

Might as well accept the brutal truth.

With no lover.

I go under cover.

I just want someone to hold my hand.

Tell me everything will be okay.

And this I pray..

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