My father always told me,
eyes are the window to the soul.
If only you'd looked in,
you'd see the tears that well up,
the struggle to hold them back.
The enticing pain,
beginning to overwhelm my thoughts.
You'd see the words all tangled up in my mind,
self hatred appearing the most.
My pain is not just mental,
it's physically impacting too.
Stop telling me that I can just love myself.
It's not that easy,
try being me.
Try being filled up with "correct ideas",
told mine are so very wrong.
You can't say anything,
you still haven't looked into me.
Please help