I really hate when people smile and say "I'm fine," or "I'm okay," and I know that they are lying through their built up façade. I know that all they want to do is spill this guts out and divulge how they really feel, but they don't want anyone else to have the burden crashing down on anyone else's shoulders but their own.
I hate when I see someone smile and it doesn't reach their eyes because I know that behind their eyes lies darkness, desolation, and hopelessness. I want to reach out and help but they won't let me in because the darkness hurts too much and they know that no one else should have to experience that. I know because that person is me.
I hate when I look into the mirror and see the person staring back at me. Staring. With a broken smile, and eyes like a never ending abyss.
I hate that I can't let anyone in because I can't share the burden hanging over me on a thin thread about to snap. Because when it does snap, I can't bear the thought that someone could be caught in the crosshairs.
So every day I put on my broken smile and hope no one notices.
11.4.2015
YOU ARE READING
between the lines.
Poezieto learn who a person really is you need to look between the lines. "between the lines" is a collection of poetry, streams of consciousness, and other ramblings that serve as little keyholes into my mind.
