My mom saw me the other day,
I hid my clear teeth,
I hid my broken hands.
I hid my broken secret life.
But what she said to me on the day,
I can’t seem to get out of my mind.
“You used to be an outside girl,”
She said, disappointment in her eyes.
But she didn’t know the hours that I spent, crouched down on a tile floor,
I can’t go outside,
I don’t want to be seen.
I try to stop, but I keep throwing up,
But I keep hiding and denying my pain