I am more
than what you perceive.
My skin
will forever be covered
in the tracing reminders
of my past.
If you held me
you could feel no difference.
But if you touched me,
my skin would be
as smooth as the bottles
that lie on the floor.
If you saw my reflection,
You’d see the shadows
under my eyes.
Endless nights of studies.
Endless nights of tears.
And after all of this,
The outcome is always the same.
A hand
Ripping against my flesh
With the intensity of a blade.
Gashes on my face
Show my longing to succeed.
But please, tell me--
Why do you think
I strive to be the best?
Ponder the concept,
when you reach a conclusion
I'll stop trying
to understand, myself.
