Being Me Poem by Lala taylor

i stand alone looking at the phone
hoping i hear something to take away my fear
the pressure is gaining i know am already failing
i look in the mirror thats whare you dare to stare
the bully in me as been set free
that bully that lives in me.

people look and think i have it all
they dont realise that its me who makes me feel so small
i wish that one day i could run away
i dont want to be me but now with a sight of blood running down my arm
i wonder how it helps when i self harm

i look at my reflection and i dont like this situation
maybe i should think and write it down in ink
what will make me smile what will help me go that extra mile
thats when i look at my eyes and realise
with a tear that my biggest fear
is changing me thats how i know i have been set free.