I hide behind this image
As this person that you see
Confident and happy
But that’s anything but me
To you I am quite pretty
Soft skin, innocent eyes
But really this isn’t me at all
It’s only my disguise
I’ll hide behind this image
Just so that no one will see
That I cut myself every night
Because I just hate being me
I’ll smile and tell you it’s for show
These bands around my arm
And say that I would never think
Of doing myself harm
But then I walk into the bathroom
And take out another blade
And it wont be until afterworlds
I realize the mess I’ve made
So I sit there for a while
My body feeling numb
I watch my cuts crying out
And wait for real tears to come
I’ll cry just for a little bit
Then wipe the tears from my face
I’ll clean up all the blood I’ve spilt
Don’t want to leave a trace
And then I’ll walk back through that door
And put on another smile
And you’ll never know I fell apart
Just for a little while
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem