New poem

When I was 10

I couldent stand to look in the mirror

Coulsent bear the monster that looked back

Of pale skin and hair

of baby fat still clinging to my bones.

I couldent bear to look at the creature in the mirror

couldent bear my heart,

visable theough my ribs, 

to it

I covered the mirrors in my room. 

I never took my shirt off or wore shorts.

While girls in my class wore skirts and crop tops

I covered my flesh is baggy shirts and jeans

In 30 degrees I would wear Heat

When I was 9 I brought the knife to my wrist

I saw blood bead on the surface

I whatched it drip.

It burnt

And it stung

And it felt good

Like cutting hair off

Something to repeat