I was young, I was viewed as different by my peers
Did that give them the right to single me out?
Why was that their reason for tormenting me?
I was judged and oppressed because I was never society’s idea of the norm
People laughed at me, they even acted like I was a germ
I was taken the mick out of on numerous times
I had been discriminated against and segregated all my life
After years of crying, being scared to go to school
My mental health started to take its toll
I deteriorated in the blink of an eye
My what was once a big and beautiful smile vanished
I was left somewhat frail, failing to piece together my puzzle
Alone and asphyxiated by my inner demon,
I felt like I was being buried alive
At the time, I hoped to relieve the suffering
I picked up the razor blade then it became my drug
Thinking it would make me better but in reality it was similar to a high
A high which lasted only a moment before it would die
I gained scars before I earned my fighting spirit
The fight was long but hard, I am now over six years self-harm free
The pain changed me or maybe I let the pain change me
I matured from the hurt, learnt from the distress
I felt a need to shape myself to society’s idea
I altered my behaviour for I no longer wanted to be different
Then I became a whole new person and I continue to ask
myself am I now fake?
I didn’t want to be that person, the person I once was
Although I have now changed, people still picture me as the same
person as I was 6 or 7 years ago
That me died a long time ago
But did I change for the better or was it for the worst?