The taunts

Let me tell you what it's like.
It's a constant self fight,
Not to take a knife,
And just end your life.

It's haunting,
To know that you're always lying,
And never sleeping.

You're accused and used,
Every day, in every way.

It's the feeling of horror,
When you see yourself in the mirror.

It's a disease,
It will never ease.