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