why does my body have to be this way?
and so much more.
i try so hard.
to put this to an end.
to make a change.
to be happy when i look in the mirror.
but i cave in.
and it never works.
i hate myself for being so weak.
my sister sees what is on my leg.
she points to it.
i fake a smile.
"i don’t know what that is from"
it seemed like she believed me.
but i will never know for sure.