For all the dumbf***s who ever called me ugly.
Virgo stood, mismatched from her symbol
Of a pretty girl, I faced into the looking-glass,
Naked body, words cut into my sides, withered by scars and
Framed by welts. Razor-blade-engravings, you never see this girl.
Necklaces, coarse cheap thread scratching my neck,
The only reason that I wear them.
Scissors, drag them along my chest, bleed through my AC/DC tee-shirt.
It doesn't really matter, I can't always feel the blade
The deeper you cut, the more you feel.
Virgo lay in the dark, sobbing, contemplating the end.
I kept record of every insult you threw at me, wrote them down
And trained myself to believe them.
Screaming, strangled by sobs, this girl you never see,
I wish she wasn't me.