Eating From Satins Hand Poem by Tess Connor

As people are gazing into my eyes
They look for the truth I advertise
Little do they know the ‘truth’ is lies
My emotion hidden by a disguise
I try so hard so people don’t see
The dark, gloomy and depressive me
I’m perceived as a happy Tess
And I really want out of this mess
The feeling I get when I reach my goal
Is the feeling of success, the best of all
In the short it’s oh so thrilling
But in the long it’s my body I’m killing
Such a mental struggle is had
And every night I wind up sad
I need an end but not my death
For I have such a long life left
I’m scared to let friends and mother ken
They’ll judge me, send me to the doctor again
“Professional help is what you need! ”
“How about a simple feed? ”
If that is all it took
I’d gladly jump down from this hook
The one thing I need is self love
Then my disguise I will rise above