Most days I feel like I wear
my depression, anxiety,
PTSD, and issues
like a sash of girl scout badges that I proudly sewed on
and wear with my uniform to Brownies.
This is part of a girl's club
of which I've never wanted to be a member;
something much bigger than me,
replacing my personality,
that I just want to escape.
But I drown myself in it.
I paint it on myself
and it's my identity more often than it isn't.
That girl wearing the sash wants to replace those badges,
one by one,
with things that are more worthy of a life story;
More worthy of topics of conversation;
More entertaining than talking about my ****
or my abuse,
or why I'm sad today.
I just want to get a badge that says I learned how to skip today.
I blew bubbles and they flew and glimmered into the wind.
I played hopscotch and counted to ten while remembering to breathe
and reciting my favorite rhyme.
It's always been like this.
Always crying eyes and sad stories and wishing I was invisible;
People asking me why I'm so quiet;
My mom saying I'm just looking for attention;
My dad hitting me when -
There I go again.
I don't want to write another sad poem.
I want to rise above it all.
I want to give sad people with sad faces like me hope.
Give me a day where I believe the sun will rise
and I will enjoy the sunset without fearing the dark.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
Most days I feel like I wear
my depression, anxiety,
PTSD, and issues
like a sash of girl scout badges that I proudly sewed on
and wear with my uniform to Brownies.
This is part of a girl's club
of which I've never wanted to be a member;
something much bigger than me,
replacing my personality,
that I just want to escape.
But I drown myself in it.
I paint it on myself
and it's my identity more often than it isn't.
That girl wearing the sash wants to replace those badges,
one by one,
with things that are more worthy of a life story;
More worthy of topics of conversation;
More entertaining than talking about my ****
or my abuse,
or why I'm sad today.
I just want to get a badge that says I learned how to skip today.
I blew bubbles and they flew and glimmered into the wind.
I played hopscotch and counted to ten while remembering to breathe
and reciting my favorite rhyme.
It's always been like this.
Always crying eyes and sad stories and wishing I was invisible;
People asking me why I'm so quiet;
My mom saying I'm just looking for attention;
My dad hitting me when -
There I go again.
I don't want to write another sad poem.
I want to rise above it all.
I want to give sad people with sad faces like me hope.
Give me a day where I believe the sun will rise
and I will enjoy the sunset without fearing the dark.
