Shattered.

Cerulean.

The blood that flows through my veins.

Herculean.

The effort that it takes to stay sane.

It’s you again.

It seems we will always keep meeting.

Come on then.

Your words cut, but they’re fleeting.

I’m on defense.

The last of my strength dripping away.

Relentless.

I look back at you, ready to say

That I’m broken.

Yet you silently mock me still.

I’m at the end.

The sound of breaking glass is shrill.

Vermilion.

The blood that flows over glass.

One in a million.

The chances I’d make it past

My reflection

With its strangling opinions.

Comparison

Brings forth its taunting minions.

Contradiction

Is the battle we fight.

Confliction.

On one hand, I’m ugly, is that right?

Conviction.

I know in my heart that can’t be true.

Reflecting.

Learning to admire the view.

Resilience.

The scars don’t define me anymore.

Brilliance.

The only thing I’m destined for.