Disgrace in our mirrored face

People pass and they whisper abuse,
I only just hear them but it hurts,
As if I don’t disgrace myself
As I unbutton each and every shirt.

To them we are scum and dirty
As if we don’t deep down agree,
But we don’t need to be reminded
In every window and mirror we clearly see.

It’s such a vicious circle,
This life we’re now trapped in.
We need our drugs to stay sane.
To afford them we must still commit that sin.

Anna