PrettyThin

so this poem is called Misread, i just wrote it tonight. it's mainy about my problems (and other people's problems in general) and how people misunderstand someone in pain. here it is:

"You think that I'm strong, how I handle the threats.

But you don't know my weakness--how ashamed that I get.

You think I'm courageous the way I walk on.

But you don't know my secrets, all the blood that I've drawn.

You think that I'm pretty, that my body's perfected.

But you don't know my fears, how much I've neglected.

You think that I'm organized, as neat as a pin.

 But I obsess with compulsion--deep down within.

You think that I'm happy with the smiles you see.

But you don't see my sadness, how depressed I can be.

You think that I'm normal because "all girl have problems".

But you don't understand--I don't know how to solve them.

You think that I'm laid back with the way I give in.

But I do what I'm told to avoid the chagrin.

You think that I'm trusting when I tell you my woes.

But I'm unable to trust. Not that anyone knows.

You think I'm satisfied with the life that I'm living.

But you don't know me at all--all the lies I've been giving."

that's it. hope you enjoyed it. i'm going to be posting another one tomorrow (i wrote it today, but i haven't finished yet). this is actually quite therapeutic for me, so if anyone has any requests, i'd love to have new ideas to write poems about. if you do, i would prefer them to be about general problems (i.e. ED related, self-harm, suicide, family/friend problems, or anything else you can think of). if no one has any requests, that's okay, i'll just sit here like a fool, thinking people actually want to read my poems.  but it's all good, no hard feelings.