Yeah I Cut Myself, Have A Problem With That? Poem by Rainbow Ostrich

Do you think its easy,
hiding all these scares
running up my arms?

I hear what you say behind my back
'Oh look at her, she must be wack'
Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry
But really, sometimes i just want to die.

You think its all fake?
'Look who's seeking more attention'
I hear you say.
Guess what?
There's something about you that makes me smile.

Could it be how stupid you are?
Or how much of a great actress I am?
Just don't forget,
My scares are more real then your face.