The Other You

Are You Okay?

They asked me how I am,
I said "I'm fine,"
They smiled, I smiled,
But I wasn't fine.

They didn't see the sorrow,
That was held in my eyes and smile,
They only took one glance,
And assumed I was happy for awhile.

Behind the fake smile,
And the laugh I did for show,
A little girl with pony tails,
Sits crying on her own.

You have friends, you have family,
What else is there to need?
The voice inside her aches,
Watching her plead and plead.

The girl wondered why she felt so sad,
When she was loved so much,
Why she hated her body,
And hated it's every touch.

How she wished for a slim figure,
And a perfect face,
But under all that makeup,
She was nothing but a facade.

Stood in front of the mirror, 
She examined from head to toe, 
Reaching for her scissors,
She tied the rope into a bow.

One glance was all it took,
One thing that stopped her doing what she wanted most,
Behind her in the mirror stood,
Her broken, helpless mum.

A single tear escaped,
A line traced down her face,
As she realised her actions,
Stood still without a trace.

How could she be so thoughtless?
How could she be so low?
But when nobody sees the pain,
It's hard to say no.

They asked me how I am,
For once I replied " depressed",
They looked at me with pity,
And told me to get some rest.

Bringing me love and kindness,
They checked on me everyday,
Made me laugh, made me smile,
And always asked if I was okay.

Only then did I realise I was truly loved,
And finally for the first day,
I could truthfully reply,
"Yes I am okay."
~Molly