Meditations on Myself

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Nobody knows...
The pain I feel.
Every time I am pushed away
Laughed at
Shouted at
It hurts my heart
Burns my very soul.
But nobody knows.
Why?
Because on the outside I'm a doll.
A glass doll.
You call me names I laugh 'em off
You push me I shrug like it's nothing.
But inside
It tears at my soul.
Like a ravenous beast
Shredding every inch of my being.
Yes I'm a doll on the outside.
But too much and I'll shatter.
A few cracks though barely visible are starting to form.
I'm breaking
Shattering.
And nobody knows...

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