you don’t really know me

you know what I put on Instagram, and what I tweet about on Twitter or what I hide behind these Snapchat filters. 

but truthfully you don’t really know me

know how desolate I can feel, how despondent my thoughts get, how arduous it is to live for other people 

you don’t know me 

gosh you don’t know how weak I get when I hear your name, you don’t know how I have to hide this pain

you don’t know me 

how profoundly vibrant I am, how magical I am, how worthy I am, how innovative I am, how hard working I can be, how beautiful my soul is, how cherishable my love is

for the last time you don’t really know me,  but you showed me what it’s like to be the real me