Remember when I was little?
When I smiled at everything?
Remember when I was happy?
Well, do you?
I am not that person anymore.
Innocence and happiness
are not words that describe me.
I am hidden.
The scars on my arms and legs
sole reminders of the pain
I have caused myself.
I do not feel.
I cannot feel
I am an empty shell.
Destroyed by the monster
that lives inside.
The smile that they see
is nothing but a story.
It is plastered on my face
only to please them.
I do not speak.
I am silent.
If I speak,
everything becomes real.
The monster lives within me.
IT lives in everyone.
Yet they can hide IT.
They do not feed it.
IT controls me.
Others control IT.
I am no longer myself.
I have become it.
