They tell me I'm not quite right,

that I don't meet their standards

Reminding me of my imperfections

and screaming at me to be better.

Their words sizzle against my heart;

Singeing the delicate flesh,

and leaving a scar, among many.

I am broken and begging

For someone to save me,

but no one comes.

I am all that I have.

I whisper encouraging words in my own ear

Hoping that these words won't go unheard

Wishing that I could grow to accept myself,

but knowing fully that 

The healing, the acceptance won't come

Until I can love myself.

Please,

make me fall in love with myself.