Hidden Beneath the Skin

I'll draw a pretty picture,
I'll draw it with a twist,
I'll draw it with a razor-blade,
I'll draw it on my wrist.

I want to play the game,
I want to feel the friction,
I want to give it up,
But now it's an addiction.

Cover it up,
And it'll be okay.
Deal with it now,
And every other day.

Here I am,
As normal as can be,
Like everyone else -
But only I can see...

The silent battle I may be fighting,
With an army of myself,
Sorrow and pain,
Which is messing with my health.

I think I am drowning,
Drowning in my tears,
People think it's funny,
Even my class peers.

I look into the mirror,
To see what I've become,
But as I see the scars,
My skin starts to numb.

They think it's really funny,
They think it's just a game,
They don't realise how alone I am,
They're all just the same.

Everyone think I'm different,
In that odd sort of way.
For liking 'My Chemical Romance',
And the lead singer Gerard Way.

Don't judge me on the things I like,
I stand out from the crowd.
As long as I'm not the same as others,
For that I am proud.

No one understands me,
No one really knows,
Anything about me,
And why my pain grows.

Standing out,
Is better than fitting in,
And being yourself,
Is deffinitely not a sin.

By Kirsty McCulley (This poem is the poem I got sent to Student Support for and this poem is also the poem being printed in the 'Young Writers' book.