There’s a face outside my window,
But not everyone can see.
I know it’s there.
It’s there and it watches me.
Somedays you can hear it talking.
But only I know what it’s got to say.
It tells me I’m fat and I’m ugly.
And what’s more, I know it’s here to stay.
Sometimes you can see that it’s laughing.
It’s grin from ear to ear.
It likes to play games with my feelings.
I know thats the reason it’s here.
It whispers that I am not worthy.
Of anything resembling love.
Through it I am made to suffer.
Taking over my hand like a glove.
It laughts as I pick up my weapon.
A knife I wield ready to cut.
My own flesh is the canvas it choses.
A sharp pain I can feel in my gut.
But I’ve had to learn and be clever.
Shallow cuts are all that I need.
I watch as the pain grows stronger.
The face fades as I start to bleed.