Melodramatic Teen(A poem to my mother)
You’re staring me in the eye
Asking me if I am okay
I don’t want to lie
But what do you want me to say
You’re looking at my arm
I realize I let the cuts show
Your eyes light up with alarm
I didn’t want to let you know
You’re asking me why I did it
I make another excuse
Claiming it was an accident
Not my self abuse
You see me crying
Your thinking there is not harm
What you don’t see is the razor
Hidden by my arm
You hear me screaming at the walls
You think it’s just another phase
You think I’ll just stomp through the halls
For the rest of my teenage days
You ignore scars once more
Trusting in my lies
You ignore the slamming door
You ignore my pleading cries
You ignore the things I say
You ignore the things I do
I’m really not okay
I didn’t want to tell you
Standing over my grave
Asking pointless questions
While blaming yourself
For my own self rejection
Am I still a melodramatic teen
Stomping through the halls
Hurting myself
Yelling at walls
Was I full of pointless rage
Or have you finally seen
Was I going through a stage
Just another angsty teen
