Thank you
I'll say
For pointing out my flaws

Its not as though
Every day
I look in the mirror and see them

It's not as though
In every way
I wish they didn't exist

It's not as though
I'm not okay
That fine is not what it seems

It's not as though
People will think what they may
And I'll ignore it for the rest of my life

There is nothing
That you could once call me
That I haven't already called myself
Times three

I am not sick
That makes it sound as though
There is a cure.
I am
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Have you ever realised
How much you notice
When you really start to look.
When you really open your eyes.

You notice the girl
Who wears short sleeves
Exposing her cuts and scars
To the world

You notice the boy
Who is late for school every morning
And hardly eats anything
During the day

You notice the girl
Who always wears long sleeves
Who you hear rumours about
Who holds a handful of pills

You notice the boy
Who talks too loudly
And laughs too often
Yet always looks sad when he is alone

You open your eyes to yourself
You realise that this happy lie
The life you've been led to believe
Is really a cruel and sorrowful place

What is real.
Some of us wonder.
The ones who sit.
In the darkness.

Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

Reality.
Swirls through our heads.
Nearly lost.
What is real.

Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

For enlightenment about
What.
Is.
Real.

Walls
Built around hearts
Are smooth and pale
Yet hard and thick

Life
Like scarlet vines
Scars on pale walls
Makes its way into the tiny cracks

Widening them
Until the break
Walls crumbling
Into a thousand tiny pieces

For walls are never meant
To withstand as much
As life has to offer
The pressure and strain