It's all in your head
They tell us like we don't know
They tell us like we have not spread out the latticework of trauma and alternate brain chemistry to try and see where it is
It's all in your head
Well, of course it is
Where else would it be?
It's called mental illness for a reason.
First we were impulsive
Then we were grown up for our age
Now they call it trauma and sickness
Like it is our fault that when we look in the mirror we can see everything that's wrong with us
Even if others don't.
First we were thought that only perfection is good enough
Then, when we fall short of the impossible, we weren't good enough
At first it was grades
Always trying to score just a little higher
Even when it felt like a toddler trying to climb Everest
Then it spread to sports
Just be a little faster, a little stronger
So we trained
We trained so hard muscle outpaced skin
Even now, half a decade later, the marks still mar our skin
When it gets warm streaks of purple thunder down our skin, only to remind us of what you did to us
Then it got to our core
We weren't perfect, thus we weren't enough.
We were sixteen when we were first officially diagnosed with depression.
Since then we've written it on our walls
"not good enough"
We had it carved into our souls by force
"never good enough"
Again we spread out the lattice of our mind
we can point at the things that break us
Like a thorn in our heart
We pull at the point, desperate to get it out of us
So far we've yet to succeed
Because it's all in your head
But we remember
And we'll never forgive you for what you've done to us
father
YOU ARE READING
Sad Girl Words
Non-FictionJust getting our feelings out This isn't for anyone but ourselves, but we know there are people out there that feel the same or worse than us. So maybe this will let them know they're not alone.
