Just A Bunch Of Words

When I get Home

It's funny how,

When I come home,

I undo the things,

It took me all morning to do.

I take off the tight clothes,

and replace them with sweats.

I wipe off the makeup,

and leave my face clean.

I eat to my hearts content,

never worrying of judging eyes.

I do what I want.

I don't care.

Who is around to see?

And what's funny is,

I don't feel

fat,

or ugly,

or stupid.

I don't feel worthless,

or strange,

or unconfortable.

And it's funny,

how when I wake up,

I redo the things I know I will change when I come home.

And I sometimes wonder why I do it.

And realize I don't want to lose the feeling of home.

Because I don't want to bring home the bullies voices.

Because when I'm alone I want to be ME.

 Without thinking about them.