Who I've Become
I've spent time in a maximum security prison, called the "hospital"
I left before my time was up
convincing the doctors I was "okay"
convincing the doctors I was "safe"
convincing the doctors I wouldn't attempt to take my life again
Turns out faking being functional is easier than actually being a functional human being
They believed me
They believed I wouldn't draw the blade across my skin
They believed I wouldn't swallow more pills than perscribed
They believed I wouldn't use cleaning supplies to wash my feelings out
but I lied
went back
and repeated
Many days in the maximum security prison I could feel the walls watching me
Waiting for me to screw up
I learned to let the eyes follow me
let the judgment and ridicule
I learned to watch back
Follow the movements of hatred
and do exactly the opposite
As the walls pushed me away
I pulled family closer
As the mirrors pointed out my flaws
I told everyone the beauty they have inside and out
As the scale showed my weight dropping
I ate more ice cream than I could handle
I've spent my time in a maximum security prison
and it has shaped who I've become
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