Wed, 08/19/2015 - 19:08 -- katec

No, my parents do not fight.

No, my grades aren't bad.

No, my family's wallets aren't tight.

No, I do not appear to be sad.


No, I am not called ugly or fat.

No, I am not bullied online.

No, not anything like that.

No, I appear to be fine.


But underneath what you hear me say,

To myself I am all but kind.

What you don't know is that every day,

I am tortured by monsters in my mind.

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