My appearance has changed,
change for the better.
To conceal all the hidden flaws I have behind me.
I have scars that are not shown to the world.
Scars that were scorched onto my soul,
that no naked eye can see them.
I look put together on the outside,
dressing up for the day and heading out with friends.
When I’m home, my concealer and my lip balms come off.
Displaying the anxiety and stress I have behind that face.
Fighting every day, fighting for a purpose, fighting for a goal.
Till I’m weary, tired and on the verge of surrendering.
Fighting and starting to lose my purpose.
This is who I am.
Engrained me to Just Breathe.
Continue on everyday like is a brand new one.