Under My Bangs.. Poem by Jessica Elizondo

Countless words either said or
written, doesn't matter anymore.
She breaks through, and I go
crashing to the ground. Countless
times of brused nuckles, and
fakeness. Who am I? God,
how many times have I asked
myself that? This may be another
poem of sadness and self pity I guess
but for some reason I still wrote it.
One day I'm fine, and the next I'm not.
Why? I'm slipping again, and to top
it off away from the things that matter
most. Under my bangs, you can't see
but eyes shine bright with shame, regret,
and accasionally a few tears. I'm not
sure if these are my eyes but
they're apart of me.