You say you're proud
Then why do you want me hiding in the crowd?
You say I'm good enough
So why tell I eat to much?
You say I shouldn't be ashamed if who I am
Yet you make comments like I'm a lost lamb.
So when you finally see scars in my thighs
You feel obligated to cry
I tell you, I want to get healthy
But you say, here are some sleeves, go into hiding.
I cry telling you, I need a doctor!
You say, its in your head, it'll just get better.
Now I'm hiding in sleeves
Obeying your pleas
To not tell a soul
Because you say ill look like a fool
I can't sit still and calm
Because i know you're judging me mom
You're ashamed of my wrists and thighs
Horrified by my late night cries
As if I can control it
But you've led me into this
With all of your underhand remarks
Slowly striking angry sparks
Within my heart I've become cold
Pulling away form your judgemental soul.
So now that you see me
All crying and broken
Are you proud of me mom?
You've led me to this
Its due to your unsupportivness