Every day I hide,
Underneath a smile,
But really I have lied,
I have stalled for awhile.To keep from telling you,
Something that is sad,
Something that is true,
And pathetic just a tad.Now that my friend,
I really hate to say,
Is why I don't press send,
When I text my feelings away.I want to protect you,
And your already drama-filled life,
From mine which is also that too,
But more painful- like a sharp knife.Maybe that's not what I use,
Maybe just scissors or a razor,
So yeah I self-abuse,
You must be shocked, like from a taser.You see the reason why,
Is not just one or two,
But several that make me sigh,
And I don't know what else to do.I want to hold you by the hand,
And tell you every piece,
But you wouldn't understand
Your sympathy fails to cease.Sure you'll have compassion,
And I guess that will do,
But you won't see the non-ration,
Of a life I go through.So please can you forgive me,
For not telling you this before,
But right now you should leave me ,
Right there is an open door.I know you don't want to leave,
In fear of loosing me,
But you just have to believe,
I'll survive you'll see.Sure I may have a few scars,
But just call them battle wounds,
Cause I'll intake light from the stars,
And play the skin I tuned.Don't worry it's not bad,
I'm not that depressed,
I'm just a little sad,
So please don't protest.So now you know,
And you TRUELY see,
But know you can't just go,
And simply Understand me.
YOU ARE READING
Understand Me
PoetryA poem, making you realize what some people go through. And if your one of those "some people" like me, I hope you can now see you aren't alone.