Personal Narrative: Who I Am

I am someone who smiles
Someone always telling jokes to make sure no one thinks something is wrong
So no one suspects a thing when they see my smile

I am someone who fixes the feelings of those whose hearts are shattering like pieces of glass
I am someone who loves to dress up and wear makeup so no one sees how truly I am
From the bags from staying up at night to the red from crying, both under the concealer
Tears behind my eyeshadow-covered eyelids
Cracks underneath my red lipstick
And the pain within the mouth that contains whitened teeth
The people do not care about who I am or how I feel about the standards
They only care about the slimmest, the prettiest, the richest
So I try my hardest to look like everyone who is important to the people so the people do not know who I am …show more content…
Before any of this, I remember being six and the only thing I had to worry about were coloring in the lines
But other than that everything was genuine
My smile was the brightest there could be
My eyes were sparkling with pure joy
My voice did not crack all the time
Who I am is someone who misses the old me
The one who wanted to be a princess
And sometimes I open up my wrists and thighs to find out if she is still in there
Because now I only desire to be dead
But another reason for this is so I can kill the monster who is taking over me
The one who has gotten my thoughts and body against me
So I wince and cringe with every slash on my skin, every stab for the monster
To kill it
But it seems to be that this monster only gets