What’s my name?

Son, brother, stranger?

Stranger than who?

Stranger than you

Cutter, big fuckin’ deal!

Do only ‘Adults’ feel pain?

Do you call me “Cutter”?

What’s the diagnosis Doctor?

Do I have to live with this for the rest of my life?

Or be forever defined by other people?

Maybe it’s an act of defiance, hurting myself on the outside

Instead of always on the inside like the sheep

A mirror on the world, inverted and always hidden

My name is neither cutter or mirror

Although I am both, they do not define me

Herds of self-abusers in denial

Should I become a sheepdog?

(7.4.2006)