Satisfaction?

Huh?

I’ve heard about it.

The fairytales;

The queen with her crown.

The king with his throne.

The mermaid with her sea.

The princess and her prince.

What I wouldn’t give-

To feel safe and loved.

For my scars and my pain.

For my past and my monsters.

What I wouldn’t give-

To look in the mirror,

And see past the hurt.

The scars and marks.

I run my hands over the claw marks-

On my hips, sometimes I remember.

The bits and pieces- of what…

hhhh… of what was done.

I won’t ever see true satisfaction.

Not if I still have mirrors and haters.

Not if I still have a past I remember.

No, I’m just as broken

as all the mirrors—

I put my fist into.