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Blinded by a Facade

May 6, 2016
By FostaVinny BRONZE, Grundy Center, Iowa
FostaVinny BRONZE, Grundy Center, Iowa
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I am me, but not as everyone perceives me.
I see my reflection, but really...does it reflect me?

I know who I am, but I don’t know if you do.

I can show bits of me, but never all of me.
I want to relax and

I wonder if that will ever happen.

I think too often about things I can’t change.

I can smell the sick, putrid scent of my own lies as they sting in my mouth.
I desire the ability to just be truthful with everyone.

I will be me, unashamed and fearless. Just not today.
I can taste that freedom, so sweet, just out of my reach.
Listen, listen to my own thoughts and feelings. But…

I hear what people want me to be.

I feel so much more than I’ll ever admit, but
I believe I have to see the good in everyone, even if it is my downfall.

I devour the lies and use them as my own. As a result,
my mind is always a buzz; skittish and impulsive.

My words will be my weapons.
My actions will be my shield.
I worry I’ll make the wrong strike.

I live for others, yet...
I play what games I need to.
I dance with the devil when I have to.
I run when I want to.

I speak with venom on my tongue, dripping with sarcasm.
I scream in frustration, but all is silent.

I draw to distract myself. But...
I need to be myself.

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