I look down
into a pool at my feet.
I see a face I don't recognize.
Is that me?
Is that person really me?
Teased and tantalized,
mocked and torn.
Is she really me?
I see scars that
no one else can see.
No one can recognize
the pain that I believe
will one day set me free.
It will pour from my body.
But I will wait patiently
for the day that the blind will see
me for me.
A girl,
kind and sweet,
staring blankly at the sky
with no spark of life
left in her eye.
All this came to me
because I chose to see
no beauty
in me
from a puddle
and a reflection,
distorted and funny.
