The bathroom mirror bends my waist in half
And it’s the only friend I’ve got when I’m wasted.
I starved myself of joy for reckless beings.
Now I’m a wreck too, and I hate it.
Yes, I hate it.
People accuse me of cruel phrases,
Saying hurt is just a phase I will sweat out.
But being unlovable is like a maze –
The deeper you go, the more you change route.
You cannot get out.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 