We Write for Fear of Silence

You think you are pure
They say you are sick
You can't cry anymore
They won't watch you fall
You bleed when you are all alone
They can't bandage wounds you won't let them see
You fall apart every night
Just to put yourself back together by day
Walking the halls an empty shell
And they wonder why your face is so grey
like tainted snowflakes and malnourished hands.
Reduce, reuse, recycle your
Torn down body parts
Until you are a hodge podge
Of what they wanted you to be
And what you are.
Until your face is so pale
you are a ghost of construction paper
Dreams and hopes.
They tell you you look worn out
Your soul is worn to dust
But that's okay, isn't it?
Right?
Our self hate is taught
They say they don't know how you got this way
You hand them a mirror
And tell them to say it again