sometimes i don't recognize the girl staring back at me in the mirror,
all messy hair and dark trails of black staining her rosy cheeks.
that chin quiver,
a permanent crease below my bottom lip
from that godforsaken chin quiver.
it's true;
i'm sure you've never seen the waterfall pour out of my eyes,
never seen my shaking shoulders
and my heart beating too fast
and the fingernail half-moons dug into my arms to try and regain control.
i'm sure you can't see the internal bruises on my lungs from
never being able to breathe freely
or maybe you've seen the bleeding puncture on my tongue
from never saying what i want to,
what i need to.
call me weak,
i don't care.
it's not my fault that my heart
feels so **** heavy.