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Don't tell me I'm better Because my scars are healing Or because my ribs no longer break skin Don't tell me I seem fine Because I look like a real girl now You can't see the battle raging within Don't tell me I'm better When you see me eating pizza Or taking morning pills to keep me quiet Don't tell me I seem fine Because I can sit and laugh out loud And I can make jokes until the night Don't tell me I'm better I've been polluting my lungs Until my insides are smoke and tar Don't tell me I seem fine I can't get out of bed every day I cry apathetically to the stars Don't tell me I'm better You can't tell just by looking at me Or believing the smile I paint on each day Don't tell me I seem fine How can you know my racing mind You can never judge illness this way Don't tell me I'm better Because I no longer have the energy to cut Or starve but that isn't alright Don't tell me I seem fine If I talk to you about normal things Being able to pretend is not the same as fine.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Pretences and appearances.
Don't tell me I'm better Because my scars are healing Or because my ribs no longer break skin Don't tell me I seem fine Because I look like a real girl now You can't see the battle raging within Don't tell me I'm better When you see me eating pizza Or taking morning pills to keep me quiet Don't tell me I seem fine Because I can sit and laugh out loud And I can make jokes until the night Don't tell me I'm better I've been polluting my lungs Until my insides are smoke and tar Don't tell me I seem fine I can't get out of bed every day I cry apathetically to the stars Don't tell me I'm better You can't tell just by looking at me Or believing the smile I paint on each day Don't tell me I seem fine How can you know my racing mind You can never judge illness this way Don't tell me I'm better Because I no longer have the energy to cut Or starve but that isn't alright Don't tell me I seem fine If I talk to you about normal things Being able to pretend is not the same as fine.
tara-india
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
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