i step into the room and u all start to stare,
u point and laugh
u start to whisper about all my insecurities
if only u knew how hard i tried to be perfect
if only u knew,
i stopped eating so i could have the perfect body
if only u knew,
i slit my wrists in hope to feel like i belong
maybe if i put on more make up i can be pretty like the others
maybe i just need to try harder
but maybe its just not meant to be,
maybe i will always be an outsider
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or maybe tomorrow
try something new
a hard thing, but one
that will repay you
all your life
maybe tomorrow, try
to please the person
in that mirror reflection
or if that's impossible, right now
just try, to have a conversation
find out, what you
like
what makes you
feel good
how you see yourself
if you were the heroin
in your life..
try something like that
and soon
day after day, what others say
or do
will matter a little less
because, you'll be too busy
finding out about
and falling in love with
..yourself
'the only' best friend
your are guaranteed in life
(i know not much
but this
I know to be true)
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