Hypocrite

Unhappy.

I tell them not to cut.

That it's not right,

and you'll regret it.

I cut whenever I can't take it.

I tell people that love doesn't exist,

that you're too young to understand it.

I am in love with my best friend J.

You tell people to stay strong, 

when you can't even get up each day your so weak.

I tell people they should say they aren't beautiful,

I tell myself in the mirror each day that i'm an ugly b***h.

When will I learn to practice what I preach?

Author's Note

lemme know what you think

Reviews

[CountNicholasAlti]

You did a good job conveying the message behind this poem and the pain and self loathing it brings. It is easy to tell it's a personal piece. I had to reread it a few times to get the pace going smoothly, but I got it. I'd like to see some more emotion shoved into the readers face. More detail and feeling.
I like this topic, and kudos for being able to write about it.