Breath

Illusion

I run away to see if someone will follow,

I lock people out to see who tries to get in,

I push people away to see who won't let me go,

But I just end up disappointed

Again

And again.

People don't want to see through my smile,

The illusion of happiness is much prettier to see,

It's easier to fake that smile,

Than it is for people to know the real me,

The truth isn't as pretty as the lie,

But,

It has its own beauty,

A darker beauty,

A true beauty.

One that only a few,

Special,

People can see.

I'm broken,

But I'm gluing the pieces back together,

One 

By

One.

With every falling tear I'm wiser,

For the next problems,

That will come.

With every scream still unheard,

My skin grows thicker,

Stronger,

Turning into my armor.

And with every day I get through,

I am a little closer,

To finally be willing,

For someone not to have to fight,

To break down my walls,

To force themselves in.

But to open the doors freely,

With a smile on my face,

With my hand outstretched,

And arms open wide,

And welcome them,

To see,

What girl is under,

All that sorrow and pain.

To see,

Who I really am.

To see,

Who is the true,

Me.