Scared or Scarred

Icy water swirling past my ankles low Staring back at a wobbling reflection The self inflicted slashes numbing slow When I become the disgusting addiction To my own father, a slut meets my gaze In the rush and roar I can scream Claw at myself, at the graze Stand nude before the broken seams Don't look at me that way I'm scared of the scars Scratch, pull, punch, fray I'll plead to the stars