Finding Out

Basically an old poem. I was probs about 15 whe I wrote this. Typical teen angsty stuff.

Iv'e found a way to fall apart

Without you noticing

I'll do it right in front of you

And you won't see a thing.

So, when all this is over,

And the damage has been done

How do  know that when I turn my back

You won't just turn and run?

 

I've found a way to hide the pain

So that you couldn't see

You think I'm well but all I've done

Is push it deep inside of me

The cuts, the pills and all the skills

It tookn to hide the pain

Have to be brought back to me

And readied once again.

 

I've found a way to create

Another Frankenstein

I'll add and take, and sew and cut

At everything of mine

And when my monster does awake

I'll treat it like my child

But you can't create the perfect mother

Out of only half a smile.