The Disappearing Glass

Only a few moments are more dangerous

To all the voices - little and loud -
that doubt and question -
I'm listening and I'm learning to
believe in myself
and seeing the glass.
Empty or Full. 

more achingly troubling

than those when you stop believing in me

Staring into glasses that seem

neither empty nor full

but rather pointless in their being

These moments exist solely to slowly 

wear down my slightest sniffle of courage

and tear at my tattered shreds of self

Gazing at a reflection of myself

spewing self-hating, demeaning 

words you echo to make me lesser than I feel

Your voice that puts down, doubts

steadily murders the one I need to heed

and I'm left alone in my head with a defacing loud bully

These moments are dangerous, achingly troubling

but they flail in comparison to those

when I stop believing in me