On a Bad Day

On a Bad Day

On a bad day

I cry on the way to work

because today I would rather be so invisible

even I can’t see me when I look in the mirror

On a bad day

I cry on the way home

cancel my evening plans

spend hours staring into space

because I have to play pretend again tomorrow

On a bad day

being in my body feels so intolerable

I would rather starve it till it disappeared

and shrinks the darkness inside

On a bad day

I push away the ones who care for me

so they don’t see what I see

and hate me for it too

On a bad day

I doubt you love me

because even I don’t feel capable of loving myself

On a bad day

the idea of your touch

makes me shrink, makes me sick

because who would want to touch a thing like this

On a good day

I’ll rewrite this poem

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