Pain stabs me,

In my back and knees

Grief drowns me,

Into the deep cerulean sea

Hate thrusts me,

Down the building

Was it all my fault?

For being confidently short?

I'm chased,

Chased by them

Haunted by scars,

Of a broken past

Cracked mirror panes;

My ruined image

Tainted emotions,

My shattered heart,

Now only in shards.