Masks

Inside me

A/N----- I saw this post on Instagram and thought I could turn it into a cool poem. The first stanza is the post, but the rest is mine.

They'll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They check your smile,
But not your eyes.

They check for the things that they want to see,
Not knowing what they're looking at
Isn't really me.

I know what people really want
And that's for me to be fine.
So when I draw, I make sure
It's only one small line.

I only cut in places
No one can ever see.
I only cut for people
Who I will never be.

The lines aren't on my arms,
Because the only art
I ever learned to make
Is drawn upon the heart.

So in hearing this,
I hope you see,
Beyond what people tell you.
And see the real me.

I am a person,
I am here.
It doesn't mean I'm happy
Just because there are no tears.

The scars upon my heart will stay,
The knife will never be done.
I will keep on cutting,
Until there is no sun.

But just remember, I can be helped.
If only someone would listen.
It's funny how I ask if you're ok,
But never get asked the same question.

I'm not ok, I'm trapped in here.
With all my darkness and gloom.
Let me out, show me how,
Or I will be faced with doom.