The truth about me,

The truth about me is somedays I can't control my anxiety.

The truth about me is when everyone says I defeated my fears it comes for me in my dreams.

The truth is I'm confused and maybe a little lost,

but no one sees that,

They see someone who seems to be strong,

Someone who could never be broken,

but the truth about me is I'm a shattered piece.

I can't contain my thoughts,

but yes I play the smile game, I let it rest on my face while I'm screaming inside.

Everyone walks on by thinking I'm okay,

But the truth about me is I'm not okay I never have been, I just don't know how to let anyone in.

I just can't ask someone to carry my burden when it's my weight and if it pulls me down to the bottom of the ocean I want to be alone.

I can't watch anyone else sink.

The truth about me is I'm not the perfect little porcelain doll,

but the glass that cuts deeper than the knife, that I am the blade of whom you should be afraid of being, quit acting like it's better to be me, you haven't walked a day in my skin and drank the poison.

Now do you understand the truth about me that I hang from my own noose, that it can never be easy being cut loose.