please know everything about me
my truth is all the things I know about myself
that no one else knows;
all the things I see that
no one else can see
all I want is to be understood, sometimes,
but the best I can do is understand myself
and that feeling like no one could ever
know me
so how could they love me?
and I could never know them, so
how could I
love
them?
is one I know I must get past by
seeing a new light that
I guess I haven't seen yet
so for now
I hold on to the knowledge
that we each have our own
truth; experience; purpose;
and even when people misunderstand
that's part of their truth, their path
and it doesn't have to
earthquake the ground
out from under me
....
Even though i wear a smile, it never really passes my cheeks and touche my eyes. it lingers on my painful firm lips as i whisper i am okay. i care way more about the next person than i do myself. i advice them on how to deal with anxiety and depression yet some days i cannot seem to lift my own heavy limps out of bed, as negative thoughts coarse through my head telling me that i am not worth it. that i am useless. that i am not going to make it. yet somehow i force a slice of bread down my throat and coffee all in the believe that maybe someone out there may need my help. but how can i help everyone else but myself, they ask. the answer is bitter sweet. yet it drips from my lips with ease as i whisper. because they all so consumed by their own problems they barely notice mine. they dont look further then the plastered smile on my face nore do they ear the trembling of my voice as i speak. but most importantly they never ask how i am so good at advising others.
