You taught me to despise myself.
To hate every inch of my body,
every word that escaped my own mouth.
Your vile screams,
drill through me like knives,
The wounds too huge to heal.
You taught me to hide myself,
My body too hideous, too repulsive.
I was best concealed, covered up, buried,
maybe dead.
The burn, the agony,
creeps up the back of my neck, up my sleeves,
into my shoes, down my legs,
pricks my eyes, stabs my skin,
like tiny needles.
The cuts, once small,
mutate into deep gashes,
Even after you left,
the ache remained.
Permanently imprinted onto my flesh.
You left itty bitty scars,
forever stenciled onto my skin.