English Journal #9: "I Wish I Could..."

​I wish I could love myself. I want to be able to walk anywhere without having my head down and eyes looking down like they're burdened by ankors. Having the self esteem of a pile of garbage. When looking in the mirror I see Medusa. I see a thing that is ugly; is unwanted; is never going to be anything. To me, I am trash. I am hideous and only filled with fake "I love you's" from guys who want to get in my chastity belt pants and buttoned collar top. I just wish...that I could love myself. I want to stop adding scars on my arms.