Some people know the I’m-not-sure-I-can-handle-it-anymore feeling
To sit and stare at the mirror looking for an imperfection to make fun of so it hurts less when others do
To avoid taking pictures because they are harder to erase
To hear the giggles and the whispers and sometimes the loud voice that will dare you to say something
To love education so much but despise school because it brings you some much hurt
To have your confidence rise with the sun and have your tears fall at sunset
To be the only one who posts congratulations pictures who calls to say good luck, but have no one remember their birthday
To value yourself against the picture perfect surgery models thinking if maybe you looked like that then the numbness would go away
Some people know what it’s like to hide the lines
To cover the shame
To never be enough
And some will never know