And just for thought...
My eyes decieve.
What do you know about me?
You could pin point my laugh in a crowd,
spot my voice from a distance.
What do you see when you stand near me?
Rarely, I speak of my fight.
A few sometimes, you can see a tear or two.
You do not know me at all.
I sound great, don't I?
I speak of my goals, my aspirations.
I pretend my sanity quite well.
I look in the mirror when you're not looking.
I rarely recognize myself.
How you could anyone else?
You could tell me my favorite color.
I don't imagine you could tell me why.
Maybe you could tell me where I came from
but you have no answer when I ask where do I fit in.
You see my life for the decorations I have placed upon it,
a job, a home, both superficial.
Underneath it all, I am broken.
You love to see me smile
but I haven't smiled for years.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.