They’re different from the day, than
what they look at night. I may look happy
and content, at least most of the time, but
some days I’ll just say “I’m tired.” And
no one really notices how I actually am.
My body aches all over , I have the kind
of tired sleep won’t fix. I’m not tired, my
soul is tired. I’m scared, and I really hope
I can get over the past. I’m scared of
opening up to people. I show my 2pm
personality instead of my 2am one. I’m a
mess. No one’s going to associate with you if
sad as the sky when it rains. I can’t show
the real me because I’m terrified.
I’ve had my trust taken advantage of,
thrown away like garbage. I want to be
like I once was. But then I cared too much
and I let too many people in. Now I’m
never going to show the real me,
because then you’re vulnerable. And just
picking the pieces back together,
feeling better than you’ve ever been,
and someone tears you back down.
Then I remember they’re just like me,
pretending to be.