Mental Illness Poetry - Tumblr Posts

I am three

I ask my mother to have ice cream for dinner

And she says no

And I promise myself that

When I grow up

I will have ice cream for dinner

I am ten

The people at my new school make fun of my hair

My arms

My legs

My teeth

I tell my mother I want to take my skin off

I want to pluck my bones out

She tells me I could try waxing

I could get braces

She tells me it will hurt

And I promise myself that

When I grow up

I will be beautiful

I will be able to handle the pain of changing my body

I am fifteen

The doctor says I need to be admitted to the hospital

I say no

My parents say I do not get a choice

I'm a minor

And I promise myself that

When I grow up

My "no" will matter

I will get to choose when and how I heal

I will get to choose if I don’t

I am 17 and there is ice cream in the freezer

And I eat it for dinner

But the satisfaction isint as sweet as I thought it would be at three

I miss my mother and decide to have a side of vegetables too

I am 17 and I am beautiful because I say so

I am 17 and decide to heal because I deserve to

I am 17

I am not grown up

I am still growing

I think I will be for a while