The pictures I draw, they're all thin. Thin lines and big eyes.
I go to the store and see girls wearing cute clothes while I sit with my dolls.
I eat orange slices so I can be a doll sometimes. Mostly because it's my goal.
Nothing out of place! My midsection is why I am scared to eat in public.
They peer over my shoulders while their hands slice more oranges for me to eat.
I don't know how to be a girl.
A dark shadow who hides in leggings, Vans and an oversized hoodie, everything painted in black.
The mirror isn't any better. She points out all of my problems.
I kick down my mirror, it didn't shatter.
The only thing that shattered was my mind. I felt..lost.
The- constant feeling of wanting to run, the reasons to daydream my sadness away.
I want to play a game and laugh because crying isn't an option.
She came to me in my sleep. Her hands were warm while mine were cold.
Our hands clasp together and the glue kept it that way for years.
The next thing I know, I am stuck in a prison, given a set personality.
My objective was to be innocent, sweet and bubbly.
I walk on water in my dreams before falling backwards into a false reality.
As long as I had my dolls, oranges and Her, I'd be okay.
I don't get to sleep but I enjoy the feeling of masking myself.
Show everyone the girl they want to see while staying in my shell.