Mirror

I like my eyes

Even when they're deep and stained

From the lack of sleep;

My lips are okay,

I guess I can give great kisses

It makes up for how loud they are;

I hate my nose

But I can't just rip it away

From my face;

And I hate my chin 

And how it seems misplaced

Most of the time;

I love my scars,

And the hideful stories behind them;

Feels like I'm proud to have been torn apart

For the audience amusement;

But I hate my skin

For scarring itself 

Attempting to scare the crowd away;

I hate my back for everything it puts me through,

Even though it's probably her that should hate me

In return;

I hate my hips 

For calling me names way before

I was even able to give it some truth;

And my chest for giving up on me

More frequently than it should,

But I guess that's also my fault;

My hair is a mess

That weights over my brain

Until I get migraines

And there are other pieces 

Of me

That I'd be willing to give away,

To rebuild from scratch,

To cut out of me,

But it is as they say

You are born with one body

To take care of or 

To destroy,

But it will still be yours,

And you will be forced to carry it around

I want half of me.

The rest is disposable.

Like my memories,

That I wish to erase

Or to rescue from the endless pit

My body was supposed to be mine

But I don't recognize it

I can't even look at it

If not through a broken screen.