Don't eat too much, they say.
You'll get fat.
So now what?
I stop eating.
Am I good enough yet?
You need to eat more, they say.
You're so small and skinny. Here, take seconds.
I eat a little more.
Am I good enough yet?
You look so happy, what happened? Where's our happy girl?
Not here, I say. But they don't like that.
It's not real, it's all in your head.
I don't want this life anymore. I'm tired of living the life everyone wants me to live.
I keep smiling and tell them I'm fine. They stop worrying.
Am I good enough yet?
I come out as being myself. Being part of the LGBT+. They don't really like that either.
So I smile again and say I was kidding, even though the storm of confusion inside my head tells me to stop.
I don't.
Am I good enough yet?
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Poems of life
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote at 1am out of boredom. Most of which are sad or depressing, but they're filled with meaning. If you understand these poems because of personal experience, I'm sorry you do.
