This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SLU chapter.
Inspired by “This is me trying” by Taylor Swift
Can’t you see?
This is me.
This is me coping.
This is me covering myself
in lyrics and literature.
Covering myself
in somebody else’s polished words,
so no one asks me for my own.
This is me breathing.
This is my warming myself
with scented candles and sweet pillows.
Trying to soften what’s broken,
so no one gets cut on my (jagged) edges.
Can’t you see?
This is me.
This is me happy.
I think this is what I used to feel like
when I knew what that word meant.
This is me.
This is me painting my cheeks
so they shine
and lying my hair piece by piece
in line
so that I look the way
you’ve imagined me.
This is me.
Can’t you see?
This is me trying.