Every day I wake up,
I get ready for the day.
But why do I feel so tired?
I just woke up.
Sitting at the table, eating lunch.
Going back to sit on the couch.
Minding my own business.
Then she comes in and says:
“It’s best if you were overlooked.”
Those words hit like a knife.
Remembering how many times she told me,
All these hurtful words, stuck in my head.
I could forgive, but I can´t forget.
The damage she did.
Everything I seem to say is wrong.
Everything I wear is not designed for me.
Everything I do is judged and criticized.
I want to tell her how much it hurts.
I want to yell at her how much she broke me.
But I´m too scared to do that.
Too scared that she will hurt me even more.
So I keep quiet.
So I live in silence.
Yet there´s so much going on in my head.
My thoughts are wild and dark.
I sew my lips shut, so nothing will spill out.
I put on a mask, so they won´t suspect a thing.
Living with fear, living in pain.
I can feel myself fading away.
The tornado in my head is making me insane.
But I keep it all to me.
So no one will ever hear
My silent scream.