Poems from monicaLR17
No one ever tells you how much it hurts
To hate yourself.
No one ever tells you how addictive it is
To hate yourself.
No one ever tells...
What I see in the mirror is no longer my reflection,
But a creation of my internal hell.
She stares at me and glares at me
Until my eyes...
Don’t try to tell me I am not a number
Second born
First daughter
Number 17 on the little league soccer team
Fourth in rank in my classes...