Trigger Warning: This poem mentions self-harm which may be upsetting or disturbing.
Gifted
Everyone loves you until you become a problem
An inconvenience
A burden
No longer fueled by the work you turn in.
The cold medal in my hand is for me
My work wrapped up tight.
No one aware of how much I bleed
All to keep up and be seen.
Letters etched in my skin
The only symbol I recognize as my identity
It is expected of me
I pray that they forever keep me company.
The affection I feel comes from one place
What becomes of me when my body breaks?
I’ll find out sooner than I would like
And I will learn that my words weigh more than my heart
When what I produce falls apart
Everyone will be gone.
I was gifted
That was all that mattered.
Nothing was wrong
I was just always on.
My body decided for me what I refused to give
And the truth lies within.
Everyone loves you until you become a problem
An emotional being that needs some time
No longer able to win.
Everyone loves you until you see
The gifted child wants to rest for a little
while To just be.