I am By: Anonymous I am sixteen Alone in a room full of people Broken as if I will never be whole Living in a shadow and expected to be the same Though I “change” I still question myself Living in memories of my siblings
Told I am a brat and am stupid When I’m asked am I okay but I’ve lied Quietly drowning inside of my thoughts Though I “smile” I lie and question myself
Insulted when someone is angry Unbelieved as if I’m the devil himself Trusting no one and yet surrounded by many Loved only to be soon forgotten Though I have “friends” I have no one
Said I talk alot and am ridiculed for speaking up When I am quiet I’m “pouting” and looked down upon Told I am beautiful then called fat by the ones I love Pinching my waist and crying at night, along with the rush of vomit in my throat Though it fits I consider missing a meal
Told that I am overweight When I don’t eat I am questioned Throwing up is the key to beauty but sore throat is the result Diet after diet are stored in my cabinets Though I am fat I am trying to lose it