There’s a monster growing inside of me.
Not that you could tell by looking at me.
It creeps through my veins,
And my lungs,
Sometimes I can’t tell where I end
And it starts.
I feel like it has consumed me.
That it’s all anyone sees.
Every face I pass says,
I know what you are.
Not in so many words
But I can see it in their eyes.
I’m not like them.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.