Strangers

August 22, 2008
By Mandee Mathis, Cordele, GA

How can I show them how I feel inside? I hide it, as if it were a curse. I feel like if I open up and show them the broken person that I really am, they wouldn't understand. I feel trapped in a life that is not my own. Was this what was meant for me? For me to be surrounded in a sea of people. People that claim to know me, claim to be my friends. But all the while, they do not know who I am. They do not know the nightmares and shadows that threaten me. They don't know the things that I have done. Everything I am, Everything that I have ever been, is a lie. Strangers, that is the only thing they will ever hope to be to me.


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hsmom said...
on Sep. 4 2008 at 8:02 pm
Excellent work!! Keep it up!


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