If I look in the mirror
I don't see me
I see a girl who is hiding
She sits in the back of the class
She hides during lunch
And the saddest part?
She forgot who she ever was

I'm fine.
No really,
I promise.
There's nothing wrong
There never has been.
You worry too much
I'm just having a rough day.
Then
As my open casket is cried upon
My pale, emotionless face
Conveys the reasssurance,
"I'm fine."

after a few years or so of writing poetry,
your lips wrote a thousand, beautiful words against mine.

*It’s better than anything I’ve ever written