To the person that made a monster of my mind, you know who you are if you're reading this...
Many say I'm too much of an open book,
spilling out my words
until everyone knows what's wrong.
Do they actually think they know?
Everything,
everything that is completely me?
They think they know my story?
Nobody knows my story.
From the depression
of my darkest winter,
to the girl who revealed
the monster of my mind,
to the anxiety
which needs meds to even be considered "normal",
to the eating disorder
that hardly anyone seems to believe,
to the crippling sense of self-hatred
that may seem to be getting better
but it's truly not.
They think they know me,
but I can't tell it all.
So read my story,
my forty pages of nightmares.
One situation can spark it all,
one person can start it all.
See how no matter what I do
your voice is always there,
screaming,
crying,
tearing away at my very being.
Making me feel like that
small and broken
monster of a girl.
If that's only the beginning of my story,
do you really want to read more?
YOU ARE READING
Creations From a Genuine Heart
PoetryWhen a genuine heart speaks, its words resonate deep in the hearts of others. For, one must become their true self to have a genuine heart. Poetry and music is the genuine heart's language and gift to the world.
