Stop telling me
How
Beautiful
I am  
Stop saying that
I’m such a
Funny girl.
Beautiful girls
Don’t stand alone
At parties
Or spend Friday
Nights alone
In their room.
Funny girls don’t
Lock themselves
Away
To
      
      C
         R
             Y
Because tears
Are words
I can’t
Say out loud
Not yet

It’s
Funny how
Memories slip
Out of
Your eyes
Like that.

And my biggest
F E A R
Is that eventually
You will
See me
The way
I see
Myself.
My question is
How do you
Run from something
Inside your head?

I’ve lost my
mind
It’s not mine
It’s theirs

See everyone has a
Chapter ind their life
They don’t read out loud

Mine is a tear-stained book,
That I can’t read,
And I don’t want to be the author