#5
Just because I'm not as feminine as you'd like to believe
It does not give you the right
To put a false identity above my head
Labelling me like an assortment of food in a grocery store aisle
It does not mean that I'm uncomfortable with myself
I am perfectly content with my physical appearance
But it's people like you that hurt me inside
Leaving the scars on my wrists to be turned inside out
And the blood in my veins to be cleaned dry
Leaving it an icy blue where no oxygen can reach
And you tell me that you love me
And you tell me that you support me
But at the same time you wish hell upon me
And tell me that it's not who I am
You tell me that I'm not the little girl you raised
Because I'm not
I'm a strong independent human
Physically, to say the least
But I don't think the things inside my brain
Can be classified as human
And I don't think the words coming out your my mouth
Can be classified as sane
Yes, I'm a woman
I'm growing and getting stronger
But only in your eyes
Because, to me, I'm just a person
That has no limits
That has no one telling me who I am and what I am
No one telling me who to be and who to love
No one telling me how to act and how to feel
No one crushing me with a 20 pound weight
That weighs much more than me
Because I'm weak
Physically and mentally
Because of the scars you've inflicted upon me
Because of the wounds that will never heal
If I say I slit my wrists
It will be much easier to explain
Than telling you that I don't want to be alive
And telling you that everything hurts
And explaining what you've done to me
And explaining how I feel
Because I was never good with words
And I was never good with expressing emotions
Because I was taught that was being weak
I was taught that sharing and opening up
Was too sensitive for a frail, young girl
Even though I'm not a girl
I may be young
But I will never grow weak
I will never bow down and kiss the feet of you
Because I don't want my lips to be diseased
And spew the words that I never wanted to hear
From the mouths of my own caretakers
AN: I don't actually self harm. I meant it more in a metaphorical sense. I'm sorry if I triggered anyone!
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