Strange

This are so strange now, I'm so not sure if it is strange in a good or bad way. They are just strange. I can see that I am slowoly changing but I can't see what I am changing into, only that I am changing. Although some part of me are changing there are some parts that are refusing to change. Parts that I want to change but they are fighting me. They do not want to change because they are comfertable where they are. When I look at myself and what I was like last year I can see that I am a little calmer and stuff, but I can also see that when things get really bad I am still turining to the same methods to cope, I still turn to my old friend, the one thing I can't seem to shake off me.

It clings to me
Like a stench
That no one can smell
Except for me

They can't see
The grip it has
On my entire life
Restricting all I do

Can't go swimming
For they might see
The marks on my arms
That the stench leaves behind

The marks that wont disapeer
No matter how many times
I scrub my body raw
The mark of my past