Blind.

Blind.

A Poem by +Naomi+
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Perfect vertical cuts on my wrist.
I wear short-sleeves and tank tops,
flashing my wrist at you.
You still don't see.

I hyperventilate and I worry.
I witnessed traumatic events as a child.
Insomnia and depression rule over me
and still you see no trace of an anxiety disorder.
Are you f*****g blind, mom?

Suicide has become a weakness to me.
I'm weak and mood swings overcome me.
Mania is my high point.
Depression; my low.
No though, there's no way I'm depressed at all.
There's no damn way I can be bipolar.
Right...How is it not obvious?

I'm depressed and obsolete, I hate doing anything.
I'm bipolar and have anxiety disorders.
I stop eating for days because I hate myself.
I worry over the littlest things
and I cut when things go wrong for me.

But f**k that.

To you?
I'm happy. I have to be.
My grades slip only 
because I have trouble paying attention.
I cry all the time only
because of f*****g puberty.
My weights messed up only
because of my mood swings.

ARE YOU BLIND?!

© 2011 +Naomi+


Author's Note

+Naomi+
About my mother, who ALWAYS has to overlook my problems

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Sometime people try to see the best in the situations. I believe if my child showed all the signs in this poem. I would have great concern. I like the detail description and your ending. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Sam
I like the point and message of your poem. It's powerful and makes a point. Very emotional. And since this is about a problem between you and your mother, I think you should sit down and have a talk with her. Tell her how you feel. I know that it might seem like she doesn't care or will just ignore you again (what I see a lot in teen girls now-a-days) but that's just not true. Bring it to her attention. Force her to see then she'll HAVE to do something. She can't ignore something that's shoved into her face and honestly, what's the worse that can happen?
And I disagree with Soulcrusader. If she does not see now and you are 13, she won't see until something drastic happens to YOU, something you can't just walk away from. Please, think of yourself even though it might be hard to. Talk to her.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Well written, very grown up points made here, I think you should show this to your mom, this is a powerful poem that would take a heart of stone not to understand the pain!!! Naomi keep the faith and hope someday she will open her eyes and see the real situation :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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