When you are still sick but you have to act healthy
Because either way you have to go to school
And do chores
And get up
Because you education was deemed more important
Than your mental and physical health
So you sit there at the table with a smile on your face
Trying to eat your way past the feeling that lingers
The feeling to throw up  everything and anything
But you tell yourself that the day is almost over
Even though you know
You know that once you get home it starts
The yelling about the chores leaving you little time to do the homework
But when you finally get to it and finish
It is one in the morning leaving you four and a half hours to sleep
The little sleep leaves you feeling sicker
A lot more sicker than before
But you still swallow that scream
That scream for help
You ask yourself why repeatedly
Then you remember as you sit there with a closed mouth and open ears
Being told that you are worthless if you are not perfect
You open your mouth to yell that you have a meaning
But once again your voice is gone
You learn quickly that your voice does not matter
It does not matter in any situation no matter what