Beneath

Beneath my skin I am not human. I am terrified and weak. I am merely a temple of insecurity and self-doubt. For many years my ego has been marinating in the sludge of hurtful words and physical abuse. Insecurities pushed onto me, insecurities I never asked for. I remember loving myself at one point, waking up without lurking ominous thoughts, and seeing a beautiful reflection stand before me in the mirror. I hope that one day the sludge will erode and my ego will be set free. I will love myself, again. I will beat the monster dwelling in the depths of my mind I know I can and I will.