Advice Poem by Shay Mitchell

The advice my parents give me,
Is to wear a jacket so they won’t see.
My fresh, silky smooth mistakes,
But sooner or later they will all intake.
What scars I’ve carved in my arms,
Will always set off mental alarms.
They show all my choices,
Visible among their whispering voices.
My parents are so embarrassed,
About the addiction that I once cherished.
What they don’t realize,
Is that I’m sick of this disguise.
So as I walk through the crowd,
With my head held high.
I tell the disguise,
Hello goodbye.