how can someone see under skin and bones
how could someone be only skin and bones.

It’s hard to believe I’m only so
My body yearns to grow and grow
Even I will never truly know
Why I am only skin and bones.

Can you not see the eyes upon my face,
The ones that were made with love and grace
Or my mouth that speaks of a past that’s broken
And I wish from this nightmare to be awoken

Do my scars not mean that I am human too
My heart is breaking and yet you have no clue
I long for a place that feels like home
I long to be more than skin and bones
You see nothing other than my appearance alone
And it makes me question if I’d like to be grown

How can you judge me on how I look
When I’ve got so much to tell I could write a book
Beneath all this skin is a heart made of stone
And I know in my heart I’m more than skin and bones.