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You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.

If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.

If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.

If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.

If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.

If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.

If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.

I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."

AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stone
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.

Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.

Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading

BullyShh.
Shut up.
Don't
Say
Anything.

Run.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Stop.

Scream.

Fear.

Die.

Demons in the shadows
Twisting
Turning
Staring.
Watch yourself
Bleeding.

Quiet now.
Hush, child.
They'll find a way
To get you.

Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You.
Breaking.
Crying.
Dying.

After all
You know you're weak.

You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.

DisappearWishing to disappear
never to existed in their mind
no reason to cheer
this is why I was designed
there's a cloud over me and its raining knives
all smiles are faked
no one hears his cry's
as he sits there shivers and shakes
doesn't even try to reach out because there's nothing there
only my own numb stare

no desire to fight the devils wrenches
would anyone notice if I could disappear
because Im starting to feel warm in these trenches
would they even shed a tear?
Sick of the acting
let me compost with the dirt
live????..... ill think Ill be passing
lets make sure this hurts
still wishing to disappear
lets seal this coffin with a drop of b

No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you were
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced

Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead

Dear destructive ten

One dose of glitterOne dose of glitter can light up the world
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and strong, worthy knights
One dose of glitter can shine through the night

Hush, little girl, for the stars in the sky
Shining so sweetly like your stunning eyes

Don't let the nightmares define what you'll be
Notice the beauty within every dream

Hush, little girl, there is no need to fight…
One dose of glitter to light up the night.

I Am, Who Are You?I am thirteen years old.
I am one of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I am proud.
I am strong.
I am unique.

I am a poet.
I am an artist.
I sing.
I draw.
I create.
I express.

I have Bipolar Disorder.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
I am not crazy.
I am not strange.
I am different.

I am me.
Who are you?

I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Stop.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
"A little."

Punch your own stomach.
Harder.
Harder.
Does it hurt yet?
Yes.
Keep going.
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."

Stare.
Cry.
Scream.
Stop.
Keep staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
"Nothing."

"Emotional freak."
I'm just depressed.
"Sorry."

Stare at your arms.
Your stomach.
Your waist.
Your thighs.
"What are you doing?"
I'm ugly.
"Never mind."

"Attention seeker."
I just have low self esteem.
"I'm sorry."

Cuts.
Scars.
Tears.
Emotions.

"Emo."
"Scene girl."
"Psycho."

I'm just human

CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.

Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.

Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...

The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.

RIP Unborn BabyTiny little body
Quiet little heartbeats.
See this little pea? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

Little fingers start to grow
out of tiny little hands.
See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

Your tiny legs start to grow
out of your sweet little body.
See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.

But, surprise!
"I'm pregnant."

Suddenly, tragedy.
Weak little heartbeat.
Weak little baby.
See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now.
But you don't know that yet.

Gone little he

I'm Fine‎"Are you okay?"
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
"I'm fine."

AsylumWho are you?
Where are you?
What... are you?

The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.

Who are you?

Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.

Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.

What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.

Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.

All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...

In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other

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I am Me. Who are You?

by ~MikkiMarie, Feb 20, 2013, 3:56:40 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I am thirteen years old.
I am not typical.
I am not average.
I am me.

I have been in two mental facilities.
Both times for thoughts of suicide.
I am not emo.
I am not a freak.
I am me.

My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.
My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.
But, I am not a victim.
I am not tortured.
I am me.

My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.
He was hospitalized for nine days.
He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.
I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
But I am not a disorder.
I am not my difficulties.
I am not my troubles.

I am me.

I am Me. Who are You?by ~MikkiMarie

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

this is me. Who are you?

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*SilviaMarti May 19, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Another one in my faves

~8Imagination8 Apr 10, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

Yor poetry is so touching, please keep writing!

~Akirou4 Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

-is this true? I don't mean to sound like I'm doubting this is true, but to go through all that... It must be hard to even think about it... Truly, I think this is amazing poetry, so I encourage you to keep writing!-
(^_−)−☆

~MikkiMarie Mar 8, 2013

yes it is

Thank you! <3

~Levitating-Narwhal Feb 22, 2013 Student General Artist

I never get tired of your poetry!

~MikkiMarie Feb 23, 2013

Awwww! thanks! <3

~Levitating-Narwhal Feb 25, 2013 Student General Artist

Don't mention it.

~angellove94 Feb 22, 2013 Writer

ur a wonderful young girl! your so beaotful and strong!

~Thorneborne Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I am impassioned, I am weak, I am eternal fragility with words and thoughts of iron - i am, for whatever good or ill it may do me.
Ah well, perks of being a gemini, perhaps; or a wallflower, or an eccentric - or just a person.
Anyway; simplistic but very evocatively written, with tremendous courage to share something so deeply personal.

~MikkiMarie Feb 22, 2013

<3 thank you so much

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