Inside.

When I realized who my worst enemy was.

My torment doesn't,

Only come,

From a fist,

Or kick to the soul.

My agony,

Comes from the words,

You innoticably,

Throw at me.

I don't feel the razor,

I don't feel the pain,

All that hurtsr,

Is the disowning scowl,

And sigh,

You give to me.

I love you,

And I hate you.

I feel you inside,

And I'm scared of you.

So I sit here and cry in the mirror.

I can cut or cry,

All I wish,

But the truth is,

Plain to see.

The only pain that,

I really recieve,

Is honestly what I give,

To me.