I want to scratch my eyes out,
I don’t want to see the pain I cause.
Drift away to another place would
be too easy on me. I need to suffer,
the licking of agony. The mirror says
pretty child be selfish and proud.
I break the glass and cut my flesh.
Jealousy runs the merry-go-round
I ride. Yelling to stop the ride,
the conductor speeds it up, like
looking over a cliff, the Grand Canyon
has nothing to compare, I jump.
The happy music fades into my screams
of help, I hit the rock bottom.
Deidre Grotbo
