.:Superwoman:.

Wide-open eyes
surrounding me
when I say I'm not fine.

This is what I deserve,
this is what I need
to keep my face unsullied;
the emotive soul
turned into
cold and calculating.

This is what I deserve,
for I wanted it
and now I feel the pressure.

This is what I need
to get the confidence I haven't,
and a reason to go on.

My relapse
slithers
under my skin.
I hold it
up to the light

when I can't tell
my parents
I learnt to love them;

when I can't scream
to my companion
I'm afraid to lose him;

when I can't show
my friends
that a doctor may get ill;

I hold it
up to the light

when the mirror lies
swelling my ribs;

when I go and hide
to count beats and breaths
trembling on my bed,
for the third time,
almost every day.


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