The Maze

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