What You See

When you look at me I bet
all you see is a pretty face.
What you don't see are my eyes.

The eyes that reveal all the pain.
The pain I not only possess,
but the pain I hide from the world.

I hide my pain from the world
that has shunned me and made me afraid.
It has made me afraid to tell the ones I hold close
how I feel
out of fear that they too
will shun me.

When you look at me I bet
all you see is a pretty smile.
What you don't see is that it's a
front.

A front that shelters my pain.
The smile you see allows me to protect myself.
It allows me to save face.

It allows me to deflect the questions
I so despretly wish to ignore.

What you see is the superficial.
You dont see the real me,
the me that society along with myself
wishes to hide.

You don't see
the disturbed individual
that so despretly seeks to leave
this harsh world.

Leave the world where everything
isn't
What you see.