Excuses (poem)

Everyday I put on a mask
Get to work and start on the task
Of hiding my struggles and the pain
Hiding all that makes me strain
Blaming allergies for my tears
Locking away my dark fears
Seeing you stare I say I tripped
Not letting on that I purposfully slipped
Later I pretend I am daydreaming
Hiding the blood that is now streaming
In the bathroom it flows down the drain
My period is what I blame for the stain
You notice my frown and ask what is wrong
I claim it's a problem with my thong
Then when I lay down at night
I feel bad lying saying it is alright
But making excuses is what I do
It's not like you arn't making them too

That's very true.
But I don't need to anymore.
Because I didn't let self harm take over me or win.
I believe you can to the same thing.
Just don't give up.
Your one step closer.
And it's not over.