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.