Unrecognizable

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"Hello"

I say to the girl in the mirror.

She looks just like me,

But who is she?

Who am I?

Her hair is long,

Braided so it never gets knotted,

Knotted beyond 'easy' self care.

She doesn't look like she knows

How to care for herself,

Because she is always,

Always,

Caring for anyone,

Everyone,

Else.

She has scars on her arms,

Scars on her stomach,

Scars on her hips,

And scars on her thighs and legs.

But the scars you cannot see,

Are the ones on my soul.

But I just wipe my tears,

And harden my eyes so no one knows,

Who I am, How I feel, or if I care anymore.

I am unrecognizable.

I hate my chubby face,

I hate my tiny chest,

But I love it too because

Its easier to hide.

I hate my hips,

And my a*s,

And my thighs,

Because nothing fits right.

I hate how I never feel anything,

Physically, Emotionally.

There is nothing there.

Not anxiety,

Not sadness,

Not fear.

Not until you enter the house every day after work.

You have beaten and battered

My body,

My heart,

And you touched me in places

I did not consent to,

Causing me to lose my emotions,

My self love and...

Respect,

To the point where I have become unrecognizable,

So thanks a lot, I hate myself now!

Author's Note

Warning: This may be VERY triggering to some readers, please read the tags before reading this poem!