I am all that you don’t see, and I am all that you see and more.
Faces I’ve never met are hidden in the dark.
I rebuild myself from the scars each face has torn.
She creeps up on me when I’m expecting it the least.
Slurring my words; it’s almost hard to breathe.
Fighting your fears, but the horrific feelings increase.
She is something that I wish I could be,
But at the same time, I wish I could get her away from me.
She is insecure and alone, yet confident and brave.
I can’t stop her when she takes over;
I think I might just be her slave.
She is half of what I should be and half of what I shouldn’t.
Half of what I want to be,
Half of what I couldn’t.
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