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Opening Up About Not Opening UP
As a little girl I’ve always been jealous of those kids who go home and cry to their parents
Not because I want them to be sad, I was just always mad
Because they had a loving dad or mom who just listened as they cried and screamed.
Those kids, their pain was seen.
Not like when you watch something on a TV screen,
Where you watch a little bit and then you look away
This was a different way to say that they were allowed to feel and be real.
Yet, at five years old I had to act like my heart was made of steel
And I just wished and dreamed
That my pain could be seen
Like those kids are.
I wished someone could see my scars
And that I could stop having to stand behind bars
Of this jail in which no one can seem to bail me out of
I just wanted someone to tell me my thoughts were wrong and that I was loved
But no one did, so those thoughts don’t soothe instead they are ruthles
They tell me that I’m not worthy of love and completely useless
And I didn’t want anyone to know
So I hid and squished my pain inside
Little did I know my identity was going through a great divide
The person who goes out or the person who stays inside
Do I face my fears like fight or flight?
Because I don’t think I’m going to win the fight against this life
And my family says I have to be strong
Prove that if I smile enough nothing is wrong
But pleasing others has truly become a real task
Since the real me would just be too much ask
And simply too much to take in
No one wants to feel these burdens I keep in
These problems are so much more than some simple equation
I got too busy putting myself in isolation
Bc the last time I let someone break in
To my pain and hurt
The were just so rest assured
That there could be a cure
But if that’s true why am I still here
If that’s true why can I not feel
To be honest I just don’t want to deal
With the pressures of society
Because those demons they got to me
I pushed everyone so far that I lost me
Next time I open up to someone will be my Autopsy
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