If You Ask

If you ask me, I won’t tell you that I love my life, I’ll tell you that I’m okay with it.

If you ask me, I won’t tell you I’m happy, but I’ll tell you that I’m working on it.

If you ask me, I won’t tell you that everyday I wake up feeling beautiful and confident, I’ll tell you that there are days I can’t bring myself to stand in front of the mirror without breaking myself into pieces, I’ll tell you that there are days that I can’t help but hate every inch of my skin, I’ll tell you that there are days that I see this world as cruel, dark and demoniac.

If you ask, I’ll tell you of that one time I was up till 5 am to watch the sunset at the top of a mountain, and I’ll tell you how my best friends and I ran into the pouring rain and danced till our feet hurt, I’ll tell you how beautiful it was to lose myself into art galleries and museums with the boy with green eyes.

I’ll tell you that yes, I’ve been hurt, and yes, I’ll hurt again, but I will find myself someday.