Do you see me?
Of Course, you do.
But do you ever really see me?
I don't think so.
When I smiled, you saw the brimming optimism
But did you see the overwhelming fear?
When I talked, you saw the commanding confidence
But did you see the thirst for attention?
When I walked, you saw the mesmerizing grace
But did you see the overactive conscious?
When I laughed, you saw the carefree joy
But did you see the underlying sorrow?
When I cried, you saw uninhibited emotion
But did you see the emptiness inside?
No, you didn't.
Cause not everything is meant for everyone's eyes
I hide behind a curtain of a mirrored glass
An ironic bundle of lies
The masks that I wear are endless
You can choose which one you would like
For I don't know who I am myself
And I'll be whatever it is that you decide.
YOU ARE READING
Withering petals of my hurting heart
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when my whole existence felt like a joke and I felt shackled by my own demons.