Why do I stand here, trembling in the light,
like a broken branch, barely holding on tight?
Every morning, the seizures come like waves,
crashing through me, turning me into a slave.
I hide it well, like a shadow in the sun,
But inside, I’m screaming, begging for someone.
Why do I lock my pain in a cage,
When all I feel is anger and rage?

My friends — they weren’t supposed to disappear,
Yet they drenched me in black, drowning me in fear.
That paint — it stuck to me, guilt to skin,
Why did they laugh while I crumbled within?
I was just a canvas for their cruelty,
Why did they paint me with their hostility?
Am I nothing but a stain in their world,
A ghost of myself, forgotten and hurled?

The slap came like thunder in a quiet sky,
I didn’t even flinch, didn’t ask why.
His hand, like a storm, broke my fragile wall,
And still, I stood there, small and cold as a doll.
Why didn’t I scream, why didn’t I fight?
Am I made of glass, too weak for the light?
Why does my silence make me disappear,
Like I’m fading, just smoke, never clear?

The girls — they sneer at my fragile frame,
"Too skinny, too weak," like it’s all a game.
Why do they twist my body into cords so sharp,
Carving my soul like a...