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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem