'Hello darkness my old friend'
Yes, it happened, it's back again.

My thoughts and sadness came hurling back.
The unworthy feelings hit me in an unrelenting attack.

I'm not pretty and I don't deserve a vaca.
My life's a disaster and no I'm not ok.

I'm tired of this...this strangling self-abuse.
It's my thoughts that hurt me most, they make me feel so used.

'No man could love you and an unsuccessful career you'll lead.
You'll grow old alone and unhappy or realize that you have no need.'

'You're life is pathetic as much is it's owner.
Don't worry about hurting others-though you're already a loner.'

Why can't I feel content or some peace when I see my reflection?
Why, instead, do I fill it with self-inflected dejection?

'God, look at you? You're actually gonna try that?'
'Eww..., put it back, it doesn't suit you, obviously you're too fat.'

'Oh so you again haven't applied for college or a real job- how sad.
Now let's make a poem about it-about me-will that make you glad?'

I don't know how to make it stop; I can't make it go away.
I'll get over it-like always-because tomorrow's, hopefully, a different day.