The First Cut

by Bri (New Brunswick )

Trapped inside
A thousand tears
Just dying to get out
Problems on top of problems
Scream, trying to be heard
Scared to let anyone see
Who she really is
Not the fake girl
That she has been made
Told that she’ll lose everyone
By letting someone else in
Forced to fake a smile
Every single day
When finally she’s had enough
She doesn’t know herself anymore
Shaking, trembling, falling apart
With no one to hold her
With no options left
She grabs a tack
And draws it a crossed her skin
For the first time in months
She feels a shallow relief