I give off Fake smiles Broken laughter An agile body That wants nothing more than to give up Shallow friendships All the while I'm hoping That I will someday believe it too.
Look closer Dark circles and bags Droop around my lifeless eyes The glint that once glimmered Has been stolen from them again.
Even deeper And you will see scars All my over feeble frame. Read a little more carefully And a story begins to unfold. I wish I could read it to you But fear has taken over.
What you don't see* The psychological and physiological damage That jamming a finger down my throat repeatedly Has caused. The insomnia that keeps me restless And the nightmares that hold me captive When I do steal a chance to sleep. The flashbacks who's mercy I am at They can pop up anywhere, any time, any day Thanks for nothing, PTSD. The anxiety that terrorizes my mind As I fail over and over again To prioritize. The loneliness that breaks my bones And the depression that keeps me unmotivated. All the questions, specifically: Why am I such a failure?*