The real me

I walk around this world

With a smile pressed on my face.

I say “hello,” “please,” and “thank you”.

I make plans. I email friends. I chat about this and that.

Yet none of them can really see

The pain that is overwhelming me.

 

This pain, this invisible pain,

Has always been hidden away.

I’ve hidden it so well,

Not even I can find it.

Not even I can feel it.

Not even I can heal it.

Yet it exists.

And it drowns me every day.

 

No one is allowed to see it.

No one is allowed to know it.

No one is allowed to witness it.

Because seeing and knowing and witnessing

Make it real.

 

I created this me, this unreal me

So no one can ever see.

 

No one can see that my heart has been punctured.

No one can see the bleeding inside.

No one can see the hurt me, the abused me, the worthless me.

 

They see a smiling face.

They hear a confident voice.

They think this person is strong, is happy, is capable.

 

This person is me. And how wrong that is.

If you could only see inside

You could see

The one that is real.

The one that is really me.

The real me.

Advertisements

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

One response to “The real me

  1. Bourbon

    I read this just now for the second time & my eyes filled up. Granted I am extremely tearful right now but it hurts me to hear that your heart has been punctured and you are bleeding inside. I don’t want you to ever be fake around me. Don’t ever pretend around me please. I want to feel our connection is real. Sometimes that is all I have xox

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s