Maybe

Mirror image

But both reflections are not the same

Time and time again, I feel a certain type of pain

Thinking so much that my ears start bleeding

Can't fall alseep

I'm afraid of dreaming

As if we overcome our desires seem as though we only prolong the pain

I isolate myself from the noise 

Only to find out my own speaking is worse

Maybe it's not the voice

Yet, the sound of it makes me cry

Maybe I have to grow a thicker skin

Yet, they find a way to hit me harder

Literally

They have pounded me with wooden sticks, whips, paddles and fists

Though, I did use scissors and box cutters to cut my wrists,

There's a slight difference

They've struck me for being ugly and stupid 

My mentality and perception of the world is drowning into confusion

Those nights I've cried to the world, I never felt more alone

So much mental pain that physical pain seemed to be the only escape

Maybe one day, I'll be free of this feeling

Maybe one day, someone would look at me and say "It's going to be okay"