They don't see who I really am; they don't even care
If I play along, it's as if I'm not even there
'a straight A student' they brag and boast
Of nothing, a lie, a ghost
If someone doesn't look too closely, there's nothing wrong with me
Yet when I look in the mirror, cracks are all I see
Hairthin yet sharp and endless to my eyes, a
spidery network of sadness and lies
They enjoy destroying the walls I build to contain
All the angry words I can barely restrain
Always trying to get in my head, the only place I'm free to live
Always demanding answers I cannot give
They say it's my fault, that the problem is me
Never accepting that normal is something I'll never be
Trying to break me, make me obedient, weak
They won't see the truth and continue to seek
Determined to fix me, blind to what's real
Stealing from all the things I don't reveal
A relentless search, but they'll never see
They are the blade that's killing me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem