Abuser Poem by Kristina Bowman

When I look ino my mirror ofcourse I see me with that same person
Their face is blurred but they keep hitting me
I look at myself as my tears worsen
My bruises get darker
My cuts get deeper
I feel I'm getting weaker


I walk alone and looking into the windows the person I see abusing me
She has my hair..
She has my eyes
She has my bruises
She too had cried
Her cuts are the same
So I lift my hands..
There was my blood
Just like her

It finally hit me
I can finally see
That person who was abusive
The girl who got abused

Yeah that was me.
I'm my own abuser.