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.
YOU ARE READING
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.
