Ballad of an over thinker

In the mirror

I wonder why I look at myself in the mirror with disgust. And then I remember all those times when he would laugh at me like a joke. Pick fun at scars and bumps or bruises. And say that losing weight could always be an option. Fun to play with but not to look at. I always felt disgusting when he looked at me that way, and now all I can think about is the comments, the laughs, the pain that he inflicted. And I can' look at myself anymore because of the disgrace that he made me feel like.