I don't eat to make myself thin,
I wear dark clothes and cut my skin,
I pretend to be someone I'm not,
Just to make you happy.
I'm constintly thinking of suicide,
I'm trying my best to hide,
All of these scars and bruises,
Away from everyone.
I dye my hair and act different,
I try to be all perfect,
But of course I'm not,
I want to be more like you.
Flawless and perfect,
But I'm just too different,
I can't be someone else anymore,
I have to be me.
I'm not weak anymore,
I'm stronger than before,
I'm me again,
And I'm back to who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its hard when you compare yourself to others but (and this is just merely my opinion) i am pretty sure no one is 'flawless or perfect' they might just have a good 'act' they put on... i like how you ended the poem - you have strength it shows - keep up the good work, this is a really emotion filled write!