I'm left in pieces when you go
The words that feel like abuse
Sucker punch me in the stomach
I can taste the bitter bile in my mouth
I'm left alone when you go
Only me and my thoughts
All the time in the world
To do anything I please
All the secrets you've kept
They churn my insides to dust
Now I know why I've felt that way
For so long, without any help
I confide in my friends
Who are just as unstable as me
And that's why I worry
For all of us
I love you, mom
But sometimes I can't stand you
You think you know me
But you never pay close enough attention
Recognize the signs
Help your teen
Blah blah statistics
Of which I refuse to be
I don't want to be like this
Why couldn't I be prettier
Or braver
Or less depressed
I thirst to find issues
Something to draw attention
Something to get help
Something so that people will finally understand
That thirst is unquenchable. These people don't understand the feelings I have inside. They don't take the time to notice what I'm becoming. Maybe it's just me, and the mask I weave has too great a magnitude to be penetrated. All they need is some goddamn perseverance, just to try hard enough for long enough. Then, they will see. They will see the monster I've become, the monster I will be, the monster that lives inside me.
