blood runs through my veins
I guess that means I'm alive?
my heart is getting oxygen
I guess life is worth living?

despite all those things
my heart aches for happiness
misery is all I contain
from all the pressure
from all my pain

I am not perfect
I am quite definite
my heart is empty
my mind has plenty
too much emotion
it almost suffocates
and even destroys me

you know my name
not my emotional state
so think of that
the next time
you see my face

take a look in my eyes
do those eyes look happy?
take a look at my mouth
is it speaking of glory?

there is so much
I continue to hide
you haven't seen nothing yet
this is just the beginning of it

my mind is possessed
by negative thoughts
my personal demons
they simply applaud
they applaud
giving applause
to themselves
for destroying
what used to be
my healthy self

my body is thin
partly malnourished
my skin is quite pale
that happy glow
it simply vanished
eating disorder
trying to recover
possibly bipolar
my mood is
so out of order
feels like I'm stuck
on a rollercoaster

nobody knew all this
but since I'm a poet
I might as well express

I also have scars
not sure if you know
that I used to cause
myself physical harm
whenever I needed
to feel calm
I'm sure nobody knew
but now you all do
because I'm
opening my heart
to all of you