As I Sleep

If I Could Tell Them

How can I tell them?

Spill the filthy desires rotting my mind

Divulge the demons chasing down my hide

And expose the holes in my consciousness

As I lay my weary head to rest

How can I inform them?

Declare to them the mistake that I am

Show that all I am is a sham

And cry as the words seize my throat

The lies draping over me like a coat

How can I portray to them?

Express the damage that shakes my bones

Convey the scars I show when I'm all alone

And speak the thoughts that rip my mind to shreds

The ones that leaving me wanting to be dead

But how can I show them?

Disclose the worthless mess

Underneath all the smiles with which I dress

And reveal the sorry stitches holding me

Though I'm depressed, I have no right to be

Perspective, I tell them.

I'm lucky, to tell the truth

I'm barely through my youth

And what adversary have I had to overcome?

Oh that's right, none.

I'm pathetic, I wish I could tell them.

I have no right to feel this way

I may have been bullied every day

And I may have mental health issues

But if I told you my story, I doubt you would choose

To feel sorry for someone like me

Whose "problems" are as pathetic as can be