Dozens Of Eyes Poem by Janelle Morehart

Staring in the mirror
Who is it that I see? ?
Shattering of glass
Blood dripping from an agony clenched fist
Now there are dozens of me
Me? No they arn't me
Shattered strangers
Unfamiliar eyes
Why are they watching me? !
Why do they cry?
Don't pity me!
I am not ashamed!
Stop watching me
I don't need your judgement
I feel no pain!
I am what I am
But I feel I am
Going insane
On my knees and sobbing
Upon this cold, cold floor
While the dozens of me are staring
Pitying...Pitying
Forevermore....