• imperfect in my thoughts
    imperfect in my ideas
    they watch and the ysee
    but none know how i feel
    know know of the pain in my heart
    they watch me so judgmental in their words
    so harsh in their thoughts
    must they make even me hate myself
    cant anyone see who i'am
    but i understand that i'am not a priority
    i'am a moments thought
    a last second goodbye
    the person that you drown out
    that yoy pretend isnt there
    i'am her
    i'am my own fear
    the fear of one day looking in the mirror
    and not recognizing myself
    losing my own mind
    to a madness that lives not only in head
    but also in my soul
    standing in the background
    i watch but never make a sound
    if i were to speak
    all they would do is critique
    my every word
    examine my evey line.
    they are myself and the person that i try to hide
    they are me without the baggage
    they are me in my simplest but most painful form.
    they are. . .
    evrything