The sky once blue,now turns to gray,
Some days a sun, some days a cloud,
A mirror cracked, a shape re-formed,
I hold my breath, my chest feels full.
A shape, a form, a quiet plea,
to be something more, or less, or free
.The skin tightens, my ribs compress,
the air feels thin,i say i'm fine
but in this cage, I cannot hide.
and wonder, who am I supposed to be?
Even though i shout ,they will never hear me
Even when i'm in pain i won't let them see
I know they won't understand ,i know i will never be free
Why do i damage my lungs? I do it for nothing
Why do i want someone to know when they won't believe me
I try so much but they will never see me, the real me
Sometimes i catch myself looking at them, wishing it was me
I deepen my voice,i cut my hair,i think i can change to who i want to be
Am i confused?Am i just weird?
I'm just skin and bones, sometimes i love it sometimes i don't
The scars as a memory of what i fought with
They say i'm insane and i hope it's just a myth
I push people away when i struggle, knowing i seem rude and mean
But all i want to ,is to be truly seen
I feel like burden all the time,I say to myself that i will be fine,
I say that they have it worse,I know for me it's just a curse.
-Kira