I’m desperate to try to better myself,

but I can’t figure out where to start.

I’ve made so many changes,

and yet I’m still falling apart.

I fall for people who stop caring.

It doesn’t take 20/20 to see.

With everyone surrounding me glaring,

perhaps the problem is me.

Sure, I’m small and harmless,

at least at your first glance.

Take another and I morph,

but only if given the chance.

Many people enter,

the same people leave

Then the cycle restarts,

leaving little time to grieve.

I’m bitter and I’m bruised.

Everyone deems themselves above,

Tired, hateful, and used.

The monster only a mother could love.