Do you know what its like, what it's like to be me?
To look in the mirror, Scared of what you'll see.

Do you know what it's like, to be slowly breaking down?
When hidden behind each smile, is a screaming frown.

Do you know what it's like, to cry yourself to sleep?
When masking the silence, is weep after weep.

Do you know what it's like, to be ashamed of who you are?
When you look at your body and all you see is scar after scar.

No? Well then you don't know what it's like, what it's like yo be me.
Yes? Well then I only have one thing to say:
I'm sorry.

My poem/nmf
(Sorry i know its not that good)