it's been 14 years of
Molding
and
Sculpting
and Cutting away
Creating
a perfect image in my head -
Hope
i almost forget
but i look to my right
and the mirror shows somebody else
than who i thought i was
in this society
there's a depressed
Perfect
Character
who is romanticized once they
Crumble, or a
rarely-has-bad-days
Freak
who is looked down on
and marked as
Selfish
for choosing to be
Happy
but we weren't created for other People
we are not Dolls
to be Twisted
and Turned
as an example of Failed Parenting
or lack of
Attention
and kept in a chest when they're done with us
there are times
when i'd rather be a depressed, perfect character
wrapped up in
Nice
Neat
Paper, limbs
stretched
at unnatural angles
and a cadaverous face
because that seems better than the alternative; a
Needle
in the leg once a
Week
heightened insurance
from surgery
planned for
Months
endless therapy appointments
and forms
as a
Precaution
which is Understandable
i guess
because some fake it
like it'll make them
Special
but it's nothing to want to Be
but i'd rather be okay with
Myself, than
Suffer to please
Others
because life is about
happiness
and well being
or at least
that's what all the
Happy People say
you know
the ones who have the
perfect family, the
Normal
family, where nobody is clawing at their Skin
because its too
Tight, or
paranoid that someone's going to
Attack them at
night
or in the middle of the
day
because they're
Oh
So
obviously Different
or faking it for
Attention
or Disobeying the word of
god
because god is
Never
wrong, but he
Must be
i almost forget
but i look to my right
and the mirror shows somebody else
than who i thought i was
ー 4.26.18
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collection one
Poetrya collection of poems i've written. be careful. - this will be edited later, don't worry.