Everything I do in the eye of my friends

my family,

the public,

it makes me seem like a girl

made of bricks,

made of stone,

made strong.

Everything they say-

my friends,

my family,

the public,

it turns the

brick into wheat,

stone into cardboard,

strong into weak.

Every day I wonder if today will be the day I

fall apart

break in pieces

lose control,

Every day I wonder if today will be the day I

take one too many Advil,

cut my wrist a bit too hard,

jump off that new bridge.

Every night I tell myself

I'm strong,

I'm made of brick,

I'm OK.

Every night I tell myself

I'm worthless,

I'm stupid,

I'm not enough.

Yet with every new day

I put on a face

of a girl made of bricks,

of stone,

strong.

With every new day

I put on a face

of a girl who's fine,

who's OK,

who doesn't need help.