Sitting at a desk,
working at her best,
no would guess,
the emptiness inside her.
Passing all the tests,
drawing in her sketchbook,
and answering when asked,
she puts on the best act.
But behind that delightful smile,
she feels isolated
and cries each night to sleep
The pain sharp as a knife.
Life at home drains her.
making her feel worthless.
Her dad's an absent addict,
and mom has no emotion control.
The rest of them couldn't care less,
and out of the friends she thought she had,
one's been stabbed and the other touches her in all the wrong places.
Now an adolescent,
things are falling apart.
Depression, obsession, compulsion,
mood swings, hallucinations, and paranoid delusions.
To her, things are only getting worse.
Left alone with all of this,
she turned to self-abuse.
Self-injury, overeating, drinking, and throwing up food.
This is the only way she knows how to cope.
Now when she looks in the mirror,
a stranger is all she sees.
A stranger that she hates.
Somehow, though, this girl moves forward
holding on to this thing called hope.
"I'll make it out," she whispers to the air,
"I'll never give up."
That's rly good! :)
Leilra
Whoa..this is outstanding. And so true. I know others will be able to relate.
kbr0632