The war with myself

Sitting quiet alone
And frail.
Tears stream down your face
Stinging your eyes
As the words of your tormentor
Fill your mind.
Yet you do nothing
Yet you let them
You never fight back.
You sit and cry
Wondering if you should run or
Yet again hide.
You shame yourself
You sit pitiful.
Sitting in front of the mirror telling yourself
Your a crybaby.
Fighting a war with yourself
Crying at the fact
That it's all true.
The war with yourself
The war you can not
Dare to fight back.
Sitting alone
Crying so frail.
Look at yourself
Fighting a war with myself.