Living as a stranger
Within my own skin
Lost with no direction
A dying soul within
Create a mold
And beg to fit in
But I am not made out of clay
A concept I can never quite relay
Yet still each and every day
I fall down to my knees
And cry at your feet
For all I can think is how I hate this body
I want to eat to live
But when I do it’s myself I cannot forgive
My heart starts to race and my legs run away
Before I have time to even think
I just wish this life was a prank
“Happy April fools” I wish someone would say
You can now enter heaven for this isn’t your path
as I watch this world turn to ash
Then I will sigh with relief
As I skip up the stair case
Towards my long awaited peace
That’s when
I will once again
Be able to
breathe in
