Im a puzzle. Everyday I try to put myself back together, and most of the time I do. I put every piece where it belongs and I have a small moment of pure happiness. Where the mask and the real me portray the same emotion.

But when the night comes the puzzle falls apart. Piece by piece right in front of my face, and I cant stop them. They tell me one bad thing about myself with every piece they rip out.

Mistake
Worthless
Waste of Space
Fat
Ugly
Nothing
Hated
Annoying
Pathetic
Broken

And all I can do is silently agree with them. Slowly let the words sink in and become me.

Im a mistake.
Im worthless.
Im a waste of space.
Im fat.
Im ugly.
Im nothing.
Im hated.
Im annoying.
Im pathetic.
Im broken.

When they leave I sit for a second and look at all my work, destroyed. I couldnt stop them from destroying it.

From destroying me.

I try to fix myself.

But it will always be this way.

I fix myself.

They destroy me.

And it will always be like this.

I will always be like this.