I'm Here, Too

Why do they look at my wrists
And not at my face?
Mommy, why do they look at my arms?
It was a mistake.
Why do they panic
When I tell them I'm sad?
I thought everybody got sad.
Am I a bad girl?
Mommy, am I naughty?
Am I different?
Why don't they listen to me?
I'm not angry at myself.
It was only a mistake.
Mommy… tell me something, please.
Why do they try to comfort me
When I cry?
They don't do that to everybody else.
They're just cuts, Mommy.
Just scars.
Why don't they see that?
Why do they look at my wrists, Mommy?
I'm here too.