Part I: Denial 

Innocence is my fatal flaw.

So I lie, 

I am not a reflection of the stories I tell.

I am not grieving the loss of someone I loved.

My illnesses are as fictional as this poem.

Part II: Anger 

Words are the band-aids to my bitter emotions.

I'm not living, only breathing for the sake of existing.

Part III: Bargaining 

My last request-stop making me fall.

My knees are scrapping against the pavement.

My heart is bruised, so love has no more meaning.

The facade of lies that I tell the world, 

is my way of justifying a broken mind.

Part IV: Depression 

The demeanor of innocence I carry, 

is masked by fear,

I’m afraid of it all. 

I’m afraid of these trivial words,

which solidify my feelings in writing.

Part V: Acceptance 

Remember I said I was lying?

Underneath the mask of eloquent language, 

There resides a writer who has witnessed 

the repercussions of her own words.

Thoughts are conditional, so words should be as well.

A girl who sacrificed her soul to be perfect

should bask in the shadow of her perfectionism…

Yet here she is, writing a poem that is far from perfect.