falling...
a good day
fun and silly
almost happy
then the whispers
falling...
I laugh and run
with gay abandon
chasing dreams
then I wake up
falling...
finally a day
when I feel okay
almost good
then I crash
falling...
bubbly and happy
smiling all the time
looking in the mirror
then I see the mask
falling...
It hurts.
Their cruel words digging deep into my soul, planting their roots and taking over.
It hurts.
Hearing them all gossip about me, calling me names I never asked for.
It hurts.
I am… different.
I have chronic pain.
Any time I leave the house,
I use a crutch, a walker, wheelchair, or cane.
People think this is funny.
I get bullied a lot.
From this pain I feel
I am forever changed now
Broken pieces lost
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