What would happen if she saw me now?
My cuts, scars, fake smiles, my starved body.
All of it.
She might cry.
No, she'd be confused.
Maybe she'd give me a hug.
We all know I need it.
Maybe she'd give me bandaids.
The ones with cartoon princesses.
Maybe she'd ask me to play on the trampoline with her
Or with her dolls.
I'd call her by my nickname
She'd tell me, 'Mum said not to let anyone call me that.'
Maybe she'd share her coloured pencils with me
and we'd do colouring ins
Maybe she'd make me watch Dora The Explorer
or ABC Kids
Maybe we'd ride bikes up and down the street
or go to the playground across the street.
Maybe she'd tell me about her friends
Not knowing how ****** they actually are.
She'd tell me she feels like she eats too much.
Thanks to Mum for planting that seed
Pointing it out
Maybe she'd take me to the block
and we can drive the quad bike
Maybe we'd draw stick figures in the dirt in out front yard
Give them a happy life story
Or maybe we'll make sandcastles in the sandpit in the backyard
Maybe we'd play on the swingset
Or have a game of hide and seek inside.
Maybe we'd be fairies
Maybe we'd be mermaids
Maybe we'd be superspies
Maybe we'll watch barbie movies.
Maybe we'll be happy.
.
.
.
Maybe I'd lie to her and tell her we'll always be that way.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC
What would happen if she saw me now?
My cuts, scars, fake smiles, my starved body.
All of it.
She might cry.
No, she'd be confused.
Maybe she'd give me a hug.
We all know I need it.
Maybe she'd give me bandaids.
The ones with cartoon princesses.
Maybe she'd ask me to play on the trampoline with her
Or with her dolls.
I'd call her by my nickname
She'd tell me, 'Mum said not to let anyone call me that.'
Maybe she'd share her coloured pencils with me
and we'd do colouring ins
Maybe she'd make me watch Dora The Explorer
or ABC Kids
Maybe we'd ride bikes up and down the street
or go to the playground across the street.
Maybe she'd tell me about her friends
Not knowing how ****** they actually are.
She'd tell me she feels like she eats too much.
Thanks to Mum for planting that seed
Pointing it out
Maybe she'd take me to the block
and we can drive the quad bike
Maybe we'd draw stick figures in the dirt in out front yard
Give them a happy life story
Or maybe we'll make sandcastles in the sandpit in the backyard
Maybe we'd play on the swingset
Or have a game of hide and seek inside.
Maybe we'd be fairies
Maybe we'd be mermaids
Maybe we'd be superspies
Maybe we'll watch barbie movies.
Maybe we'll be happy.
.
.
.
Maybe I'd lie to her and tell her we'll always be that way.
This was a real diary entry of mine, I just changed a few words to make it have more of an impact. And it did, because this is the first time I actually really cried to the point I couldn't see my screen while writing a poem.
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