Tortured
No, my parents do not fight.
No, my grades aren't bad.
No, my family's wallets aren't tight.
No, I do not appear to be sad.
No, I am not called ugly or fat.
No, I am not bullied online.
No, not anything like that.
No, I appear to be fine.
But underneath what you hear me say,
To myself I am all but kind.
What you don't know is that every day,
I am tortured by monsters in my mind.
This poem is about:
Me