I wish people looked beyond smiles.
I wish people saw my true self.
Look deep into my eyes and tell me I look happy.
You can see my plea, my cry for help
And yet you ignore it.
I want people to look through my eyes
To see my pure agony,
My scars,
The piercing of my heart.
You can see my pain but choose to ignore it.
I dream that people help me.
I say I'm fine but I'm not.
You know I'm not.
Can't you see it?
It's right in front if you.
I just hope someone will save me,
From this cloud in my head,
This black in my heart,
And these scars on my skin.
YOU ARE READING
Personification
Poesia//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
