They tell me I'm not quite right,
that I don't meet their standards
Reminding me of my imperfections
and screaming at me to be better.
Their words sizzle against my heart;
Singeing the delicate flesh,
and leaving a scar, among many.
I am broken and begging
For someone to save me,
but no one comes.
I am all that I have.
I whisper encouraging words in my own ear
Hoping that these words won't go unheard
Wishing that I could grow to accept myself,
but knowing fully that
The healing, the acceptance won't come
Until I can love myself.
make me fall in love with myself.