Scorn

As I look into the mirror,

Like trying to search through a crystal ball,

I wonder if this is what everyone sees,

As drops of crystalline water falls,

I wonder what they see,

The answer is so far,

That they say those hurtful things,

That my self-esteem they mar,

I close the windows to my soul,

Trying to keep out all light,

Maybe it won't hurt if I don't look,

So I keep them shut tight,

I then put my hands over my ears,

Trying to block sound out,

Maybe it won't hurt if I don't hear the words,

I wonder what it's all about,

But by now it's too late,

The blows have been wrought,

The feelings won't go away,

By my mind the memories are caught.