All I want to do is tell them I am sick.
I want to tell them why I don't seem like myself anymore.
Because I am not myself in this body.
They think I want their pity, but I need them to understand.
This is not who I am.
If I am tired in the morning and complaining at noon,
It is not who I am.
If I am cranky after coffee or fall asleep during the movie,
It is not who I am.
I just want to tell, but I pretend there is nothing to tell.
I would rather be cranky, tired, bitchy,
than the girl who begs for pity.
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My Body Doesn't Care
PoetryA collection of emotions, experiences, and thoughts related to my body. I hope you can see your own pain in this reflection of mine and perhaps it looks a little clearer.