Poems of a Frustrated, Broken, and Hiding Author.

If you knew

If you knew me you would know my pain.

But no one really knows me.

If you wanted to know me, you would try.

But you don't. So you never try.

If you thought I was beautiful, you would show me.

But you don't. So you don't show me.

If you thought I was smart, you'd kindly tell me.

But you don't. So it's unheard.

I think I know some things about myself.

Maybe I'm a good writer. But I know I'm not really.

For years you told me I was stupid.

That I was ugly.

That I wasn't good enough.

You told me so many times that now I can never not think what you've told me.

Im alone now.

But I guess I won't be in anyone's way.