Wednesday, May 13, 2015

See Me

I want someone to see me.
I want someone to know when I'm joking and when I'm being serious.
I want someone to see when I'm trying to be funny and when I'm silently crying out for help.
I want someone to recognize my genuine smile.
I want someone to hear me say "I'm fine" but hug me because they know im not.
I want someone to realize when I need cheering up.
When I'm falling apart.
When I need support.

I'm tired of the faces.
I'm tired of pretending.
I'm tired of everyone thinking things are perfect.

I want someone to see me.
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