Shattered
I can't look...
I watch in disgust
As the scale goes up,
And my stomach drops.
The scale is both my best friend
And my darkest enemy.
It can either save me,
Or be my utter demise.
But either way,
It doesn't lie.
It always speaks the truth,
No matter the consequences,
No matter the circumstances.
Too much
Too fat
Too imperfect
That's what the voices whisper,
Quietly wreaking havoc in my mind.
Silently breaking me down,
From the inside out.
The mirror breaks
As my fist collides.
Hundreds of crystal pieces,
Stained red with crimson liquid.
The image of myself long gone.
Too much
Too fat
Too imperfect
They echo in my head,
Relentlessly breaking my dreams,
Until they're just like the mirror;
S H A T T E R E D
Too much
Too fat
Too imperfect
The ringing in my ears
A mere whisper,
Compared to the sound
Of my breaking heart.
Copyright © Aisha Abdelfatah | Year Posted 2015
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