I examined the face looking back at me.
It was unfamiliar, but somehow I knew it so well.
How did I know this bitterly sad person?
After long thought I realized i was looking in a mirror.
How could this face be mine?
The dark purple rings, and the half chewed off lips were not mine.
What happened to me?
I tried to rememeber the last time I recognized my reflection.
March 17th.
The day before the wedding.
The day before I lived with the monster.
Why would two people marry if they didnt love each other?
I knew mom didn’t love him, because she was afraid of him.
I knew he didn’t love her, because you don’t love with your fists.
I knew I had no love for him, just deeply rooted hate.
Home is a battlefield, the safehaven, my closet.
I spend most of my time in there, because he doesn’t think to look.
Every day I live in fear.