Me being normal is not so much anymore.
I always wear long sleeves to cover the scars on my arm.
I always wear pants to cover the cuts on my legs.
I can't go out in public,
Without seeing the fat on my stomach, my thighs too.
I'm crying a lot.
My face almost always has tears on it.
Sometimes my hands are coated in blood.
Sometimes they are coated in tears.
This is anything but normal
YOU ARE READING
What's going on Inside
PoetryOn the outside it all looks okay. Just fine. On the inside though it's a completely different story.
