Confessions of a Self Harmer

She looks it up.
That’s the way mother understands it.
That’s the way she deals with it.
I remember when she found out about Daddy’s preference.
She looked it all up.
She calls him names.
A narcissist.
Borderline this.
Classic case of that.
I wonder what she’ll call me.
I wonder what term I’ll fit under.
A cutter.
Borderline suicide risk.
Classic case of teenage waste.
What am I?