internal struggle

As I Bleed

I see the scars as I peel away the rags

Battered and bruised, I feel my shame.

 

I see the beings I hold most dear,

As they rip and scream and laugh.

 

I see them now,

Twenty years since my birth,

 

I see their hidden hate,

I hear their private jokes.

 

I recall their smiles,

Their words of no regret

 

I feel the knife as it cuts away,

Deeper and deeper it goes,

Taking a part of me with every strike

 

I try to hide,

But I cannot

 

I try to be strong,

But I cannot

 

So I turn away from my reflection,

As I hear the words of those I hold dear.

 

They scratch and they claw,

And they pull and they throw

 

So I close my eyes as I attempt to take my nights rest,

And see the scars as I rip away the rags,

 

But they drag me down,

Deeper and deeper I go,

As I hear the words of those I hold dear.

 

I try to be strong,

But I cannot

 

So I await the sun as it shows a new day,

And throw on the rags to hide my scars,

As I walk again to meet with,

Those I hold dear.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have come to realise that your self-esteem is usually based on the people closest to you. I wrote this knowing what it's like to be put down and made to feel inferior.

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