My face is all covered with acne. I cannot afford the "in" blue jeans.
I go to school and try to keep it low key. If I am invisible maybe I can just be.
A lonely teen that wants to survive.
A day with out cutting. A day still alive.
I wish some day I would just fit in. I wish someday I had a real friend.
No one ever really listens to me. No one ever gets the important things
I look in the mirror and I don’t like what I see. ......I am a shell disguised as me.
The head cheerleader, the homecoming queen, The straight A student, the captain of the football team.
They expect so much and try to buy me.
I yell, I scream, .I gave it my all. I am done.
I slam my fist through the wall.
I wish someday I could just blend in. I wish someday I had a real friend.
No one ever really listens to me. No one ever gets the important things.
I look in the mirror and I see me.
I am a mess, but I am ok with what I see. I know I fit in... I fit in
To that space between my heart and my skin.
I look in the mirror and I see a real friend.
It is ME ...that is there..to make. my broken soul mend,
me to believe I MATTER.. Me to believe in me. Me to listen. Me to find the important things
I look in the mirror and I see me. I am enough. for whatever I need.
Rhonda Barber 2015..................................
I believe in me....