It’s a haunted, hunted look in your eyes
It’s a wish for an early demise
It smells like fear, shame and Lynx
It’s a hand clasped around your larynx
It’s cringing if someone says your name
It’s a feeling like you’re going insane
It’s anorexia, bulimia, binge eating
All to hide from your feelings
It’s medication, antidepressant pills
Seeking anything to cure your ill
But you’re not sick
You’re stuck in a body that isn’t your own
Longing for another to call your home
It’s imagining who will write your eulogy
It’s trying to sing along to a melody
Of a song written for someone else
It’s a feeling you’re afraid to confess
A desire you cannot express
A life you’ve been taught you cannot live
Because who will love you if you do?
