I am a mess
Covered in cheap makeup
And wearing hand-me-downs
That barely even fit me
Roller coaster of emotions
That can drop and rise in a matter of minutes
I hate the way I look
Pinching my stomach and thighs
Trying not to cry in front of the mirror
Insecure thoughts tell me I will fail
I will never be good enough
I will never be smart enough
Why are you so irresponsible
Its just school work
Its getting so hard to be here because
I cant keep pretending for them
Its getting so hard because
I cant keep hiding this from them
They are my family
My fighting, ridiculing family
But family
And I am such a mess
I don't know if I can handle this anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My fighting, ridiculing family .............i can see in this line why anyone would be reluctant to confide with family members, especially if they have been ridiculing due to your appearance, poor grades, or whatever. but you might be pleasantly-surprised by their response. you mention wearing hand-me-downs. so maybe you have an older sister/brother who has had similar feelings of inadequacy (or not) and could help by listening and maybe even have good suggestions to help you. [i've sent you a long message also, with other suggestions.] as for the poem structure etc. ............put apostrophes in can't (can not) and it's (it is, or it has) ........unless that is just your style. it's a nicely-flowing, well-written piece. it tells it all without too much detail. thanks, Katty, for sharing. :) bri