I stand in front of the mirror and strip
away every inch of clothing, dirt, and thick looks
I have collected over time.

I've always been taken for granted,
hardly a centimeter of respect has wrapped itself
around this “beautiful” body,
making me reek of self-hate and what if's.

Heartbroken boys are screaming to the beat
of a drum that is crashing into my heart,
is it just because they think they can get me easier?
Or do I really have,
a reputation?

It's going to take a while,
but I think I can define the words
trust,
and love again,
except this time it's up to you
whether your name is in there
or not.