Somedays I feel like a stranger in my own body.
I feel like I'm imposing on someone else.
Somedays I can't even look in the mirror.
Afraid that I'll see what I know is there.
Somedays I don't want to leave my house.
Scared that someone will notice what I'm trying to hide.
Somedays I don't want to be here.
Feeling like a burden to people that I love.
Somedays my body is not my own.
And I don't think I'll ever get it back.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
Somedays I feel like a stranger in my own body.
I feel like I'm imposing on someone else.
Somedays I can't even look in the mirror.
Afraid that I'll see what I know is there.
Somedays I don't want to leave my house.
Scared that someone will notice what I'm trying to hide.
Somedays I don't want to be here.
Feeling like a burden to people that I love.
Somedays my body is not my own.
And I don't think I'll ever get it back.
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