NOrMaL

I look around me
At all these girls
All these beautiful faces
Perfect bodies
They all look so happy
But on the inside
They are all dying
Wishing to be set free
It's not that clear to see
I barely noticed it myself
But then you look
And see
All their scars
All their tears
Hidden under makeup
And long sleeve shirts
All their fears resting
On that knife or on whatever it is
They are going to use to hurt
Their body
And their mind
It’s more than physical
It’s emotional too
I look around and see that my problems seem
So stupid
So unreal
Like they're nothing
So many girls
Cutting
Starving themselves
Throwing up
Hiding behind something they think
Will help them get by
Then I start to wonder
If I don't go and throw up all my food
Or I don't go and grab that knife
Am I the one who's not normal?
It seems like its nothing
It’s just an everyday thing for some
People hear about it and just accept it
Like any other thing
People make assumptions
People accuse
People hurt
People lie
And they look at me
And I wonder what it is they truly see
Am I weird for not doing as others do?
Or am I weak for not going through with scaring my arm
Or what about that time I had all those pills
Right in front of me
I was too scared
I took three
But I couldn't do it
I felt so much pain
So much confusion
But I was not strong enough
To go through with it
I was afraid of what would happen
What would become of me?
I look around
And I see all these people with what seems to be ordinary problems
But look closer and you'll see
This is not how it should be
This is not normal.