I just want to know, please tell me
What were you thinking when you heard me crying at night?
What did you think when you never saw me smile,
When you heard me call myself those words,
When you saw scars on my thighs, or did I hide that well enough
When I wore shorts to the beach?
Why didn't you help me when I needed help?
Or can it be possible you didn't notice at all
Attention: this is a poem referring back to last year. I do NOT feel this way anymore. I am relatively happy, and enjoying life.