This... is... ME...

This... is... ME...

Are you listening,
Can you see me?
Do you really want to know?

This...
Is...
Me,

Not the image
I have successfully portrayed
myself to be.

I'm battered,
I'm broken,
Hope shattered,
Fear...
Unspoken.

I'm screaming inside,
Yet my face is contorted
in a practiced,
Well greased smile,
Characteristically mine.

I'm tired,
So drained...
Yet the mask on my face,
Depicts that I'm perfectly sane,

I'm playing the biggest role yet,
Living inside myself,
Wanting to reach out,
Finding nobody there...

I'm sick to my stomach,
Head spinning
with unanswered questions,
Clouded by the magnitude,
of my impending loneliness.

This is me...

This...
is...
ME.



By: Anthia Verine Ortlieb