Can you see me?
The faded scars so light they seem
like laugh lines.
Well hidden behind fake smiles and
brave fronts.
No. Really. Can you see me?
The fear of rejection and abandonment
behind twinkling eyes.
Stained glass windows hiding what
lies inside.
I need you to see me.
So much more beneath the surface
begging for sweet release.
Making me think if I could say it
out loud just once, I’d find peace.
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