You get to build your peace. What’s it like?
Don’t judge me. You’ve never walked the roads that broke me and rebuilt me, and you wouldn’t survive the half of it. I became who I am for reasons you’ll never understand. You don’t know me — not the real me. You only get the pieces I allow.
There’s a whole battlefield behind this smile.
You know my name,
but you’ll never touch my pain.
2 responses to “Not Me”
That is true isn’t it. We only show the parts of ourselves we want to be seen and known. We are different with different people. That’s quite terrifying as well,
Very true