The Girl In Her Beachwear Poem by Prerana A

I stare at my cut as it bleeds out
Knowing far too well there's nothing I can do to make it stop
Should I blame the person who put it there
Because this is more than anything I can bear
I pick up the cloth to rub off the red
But how do I get rid of what is in my head
A cut so deep it hurts my soul
Makes me doubt myself as a person overall
A cut that I try my best to heal
But one that won't go away despite the emotions I feel
I scurry through the crowd looking for the person that put it there
I pick up a mirror as I see her in her beachwear