I want to write about me

I feel like I want to write about
Someone who hates her own skin
Sitting on a rock in a storm
Watching a wave come racing in

Or maybe it’s about this someone
Who’s too numb to know what’s real
Inside the car or in her head
And she just lets go of the wheel

Tired, maybe she’d step into the fire
Burning slowly in her pain
Or maybe swallow down some pills
Lost now, forever to the rain

Although maybe she’d be sitting here
Same screen same old broken bed
When so cruelly the phone locks
And what is staring back is dread

And it’s just a clear mirror image
Shattered by a break in me
To be watcher or reflection
A waste of light longing to be