Blue Handles

 every day i see your face.
what will i do?
will i lie ?
will i try to be something im not?

the choice is obvious.
be yourself.
but what do I do?
tell stories of who im not
and say theyre me.

broken and bruised.
not from you.
but from the person who can hurt me most.
ME.

no other options.
change is no longer in front of me.
that time has past.
scissors with blue handles.
eight strokes.
eight scars.

the story of my life.