Reflection

Looking in the mirror,

And all I see is shame.

And hate and ugly

and everything in between.

You'll never know the things i've done,

Or the hurtful things i've said.

But just know that when I remember them,

I feel like I should be dead.

I hurt inside for most days.

Some days seem okay.

But only when i'm getting high

or sleeping away in bed.

I hate who i've become--

Because it's so far from what I was.

I used to be a good little girl

But now I don't know what I am.

A lack of identity.

A lack of life.

Has me all screwed up inside.

My reflection stares right back at me

reminding me of all these things.

It happens everytime.

But what more can I do

Than just...

Walk away...?