I cover my body fully.
     Long sleeves.
     Tights.
     Gloves.
No one can see my skin.

You cannot see my arms and the scars I hide.
You cannot see my legs and the scars I hide.
You cannot see my stomach and the scars I hide.

Let alone the fresh cuts.

So tell me again that I do it for the attention.
When I don’t show you the pain I give myself.

She took all the pain
and wrote it on her body
for everyone’s eyes.

My life has become a routine.
I wake up
I go somewhere I really don't know if I want to be
I get told to do something
I get told to pay attention
I get told that these are the best years of my life
Yet somehow
It feels as though I am not even present
in any of what I am taking part in.
I'm there
But I'm not.
I get home
I am told to clean up my act
I am told that I am expected more of
I am told that if I want things to happen, I have to make it.
Don't they think I know?
Don't they thing I want that?
My life has become a routine
And I'm not sure if I will ever escape it.

Do you ever wonder what it's like to love yourself?
To be completely at peace with who you are inside and out?

I don't get
The kids of today
Or yesterday
Or tomorrow
Ok frankly
People in general
Weird me out.