After being continuously exposed to my
No one would ever guess of the
Inside my innermost being.
After looking into my bright eyes,
No one would dare consider
The scars that once graced my arms
And the dark thoughts that once haunted my mind.
After watching me walk,
Chin up and back straight,
No one would ever believe that I once spent my days
Hunched in my bedroom floor
Trembling from the make-believe demons that manifested
Behind my closed eyelids.
After hearing my steady voice speak in front of
Three thousand of the state's biggest and brightest,
No one would waste a second on ideas of
A much smaller me,
Believing my life had ended without any proof.
My past is nothing more than a dark storm cloud
Looming in the distance of my sunny skies
Always present but easily ignored
By everyone except myself.