They say be true,
No to me, true to you,
Be who you are.
When I entered school they said,
"There will be times
When you need help.
Ask your teachers."
But what they mean is
Be true,
Not to you,
But to you as I
Imagine you,
The you I want.
And ask for help, yes,
But only for your math
And history,
Don't talk to them about
Life or depression for
They are commanded to report that.
If you really need it,
They say,
Go to a therapist,
After you've already tried,
But don't you dare admit
That sometimes,
Some days you just want to
Take a knife 'gainst your skin
Slice down through the pores,
And let the warm red blood spill
'Cross your lap.