No cuts to show,
No bruises that glow,
No signs of a blow

No drunken deed
Or drag of weed
No needles that bleed

No forced sigh,
Or clothes that fly
Or bared thigh

A constant pout,
A scream and shout,
“You’re not good enough”

A broken heart,
Falling apart,
“You have no dedication”

“I just don’t see,
How you could be,
Better than me.”

I’m not you,
I can, too,
Stand up and be strong.
I believe in me.