by Anonymous

Sometimes

I wonder what it’s like to stroll in the mind of a mentally healthy person

I wonder

When I see the bright smiling girls in my class

If their minds are plagued with the same anxiety and self-loathing

Perhaps this is how everyone feels 

And I am not as emotionally damaged as I claim

Because I truly don’t remember 

What it’s like to be okay

Sometimes I break down in tears

Not knowing how to or when to gear

It all gets too much

But when I finally let out my emotions to someone

I’m considered a weak one

I wonder when this is all going away

Not having to worry about anything

Trying to be someone you’re not is a real pain

In the end

We 

As in you and me, we’re never meant to be