Broken and Broken

I am the essence of hopelessness.

The girl labeled with a disorder I knew nothing about,

In only fifth grade, taking two different drugs.

But no one ever told me why.

 

I am the result of fear.

Born in a home with fighting parents and a teasing brother.

Labeled all sorts of names by the people around me,

And treated as a failure by my father.

 

I am called brave.

While few call me courageous, for few know my truths.

The lies I hide behind my daily mask,

Too dark and silent for most to notice, but not for me.

 

I am no longer innocent.

We all must lose that childish innocence some day,

But perhaps I lost mine too early,

Growing up in fear with a broken family.

 

I am many things.

There is no end to the list of things that could be true.

Never will there be an end to the names and the rumors.

There will never be an end to the labels and disorders.

 

I am crippeled…

Broken from the inside out…

Shattered in my mind, my body is crumbling.

My hope fails to linger, while people fail to notice...

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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