his blue eyes stare back at me
my mind is racing, what does he see
does he see me as i do? scared and confused?
does he see the scars or the places you've bruised
i want to hold my head up and say look at me
but i look at myself and i don't want to see
the inches of fat protruding from my thighs
the globs of skin seen by each pair of eyes
he says I'm perfect
i say i want to die
he asks whats wrong
i say 'nothing' another lie.