The girl you see.. she isn't me.
She's not who I wanted to be,
Can't anyone tell..? Don't you all see..? She's not real!
Everything she says and does is real, but she's not..
Her smile, her hair, her body, even her skin..
It's all fake.. just pretend.. just an illusion..
She's made up of masks, shields, and metal armor..
Her pain, her PTSD, her anxiety and depression..
Those are all real.. and she feels them constantly.
As messed up as it is.. they're all she has.. her friends..
She knows that they're just parasites feeding from her,
But every time she interacts with the world,
No matter how much she gives, they're all she gets..
To protect herself, she started hiding.. at the age of 9.
I'm sorry, but the girl you see isn't me.. not really..
I get hurt and hated by those around me.
Aunts, Uncles, cousins, brothers, parents..even friends
Honestly.. from just about everyone.. I'm tired of it..
It's the same every time.. ugly, fat, weird, freak, bitch, cunt, slut, whore.. and every word you can think of..
I'm so used to them.. I've become numb..
They don't hurt me anymore.. or so you think..
The very first lesson I ever learned..
Never let your enemies see your weakness.
So I don't.. I don't let anyone see me weak..
And because of the pain, she exists.. I made her..
I created her.. this girl that you see.. and it's killing me
Because of her, I can't find the real me anymore..
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
