Who am I?

I am the reflection 

of distorted hideousness 

in dirty, 

broken 

mirrors. 

Salt-stained cheeks 

and bloodshot eyes. 

Tear-stained pillows. 

Suicidal thoughts. 

Visions of liquor 

chasing pills 

and soon 

succeeding. 

I am the black sheep, 

the runt of the litter. 

Born of the same breed, 

yet imperfectly cut from 

perfection’s cloth. 

I am the shame-filled secret kept 

by those who lay their heads on clouds of glory. 

The bleeding heart so 

badly broken 

it seems beyond repair. 

I am the sad, 

broken child 

so unaware of her worth 

she sells herself 

for less than she deserves. 

I am the fatherless daughter

searching 

without ceasing 

for the love I’ve never known.