Someone told me; Each

Someone told me; 
Each painful step,
Is a step towards the change.

She waits urgently,
For a chance to shine.
For a chance to show.
She's not who you think she is.
Trust me, I'd know.

She wakes up in the morning eagerly,
Studying herself so carefully.
Any change?
She looks deeper and deeper,
Like a microscope in her body.
And then she thinks of how she feels,
And she is saddened by the same old.

She politely asks God when?
When will things change?
When will she be noticed?
When won't she have to hide anymore?

She almost forgets her,
"Please and thank you"
Because it's been many months.
Months she missed events,
Times she missed hanging out,
Times she missed being a regular teenager.

She's lost friends, many actually.
Her pills seem to be her guide to making new friends.
Like once she's happy and back to normal,
Maybe they'll comeback.
But that's a wish,
This is all a wish.
And it's hard because part of her,
Can't even make it come true.

She doesn't want to be afraid anymore.
She deals with a devil everyday.
He picks at her, seeing if she'll fight back.
Weakness is among her blood.
It's the same color, brownish-red,
But seems to be the thing that comes out,
When she's in pain.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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