Everyday wars in my head

Every day is war to me,
A struggle to obtain reality.
A shower, my make-up, putting on my shoes.
It’s hard to see the point some days,
And no one has a clue.

I have been deemed so many things,
by those who wouldn’t know.
High maintenance, a worrier,
A girl putting on a show.

I’ve been trained to feel unworthy,
Ugly and hard to love.
The pills, they make me tired,
but I get by just enough.

Sometimes I feel that I’m one mistake
from losing all I’ve suffered for.
While every day is a success,
I am tired of my war!

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