I look down at my feet.
Standing here in a puddle of regret
My tears have washed away the pain of what others have done to me, as well as what I’ve done to myself.
I look down at my knees
Trembling at what I have dealt with in my life
I look down at my wrists
Slight lines, from months ago, still remain.
I look at myself.
Am I truly who I seek to be?
Am I putting any good into the world at all?
I look at myself in the mirror.
The pain I see in my own eyes
The anger I see replacing the smile I once bestowed upon myself
“Yes” I answer, and nobody can tell me otherwise
I will not let them, because no longer they will try.
I am strong.
I am powerful.
I will succeed.
Because I am…