Control

Control

Depressed,

Lonely, 

Scarred and Rejected.

I cannot Control how I am affected.

The mean and brutal comments, and the words

that cut me deep,

sometimes shallow, but it is enough to make me bleed.

I remember everything, when I look in the mirror.

I see the words on my body, and the temporary damage.

Temporary--

The marks are gone, but the emotions stay.

Permanent. Forever.

Always there to strangle my confidence.

It will never let me go.

Thoughts are damaging my vulnerable mind;

I am lying on the floor,

Next to my sharpest friend

My controlling friend.

I cannot Control how I am affected...

-Belle Rose