There is a road that I know.
A road that none have traveled with me
a road that dosen't seem to exist to Them.
But I know the truth.
I hide it from Them.
In reality it swerves and dips high and low
through the darkest valleys ever known.
I make it look easy.
Around Them, it disappears.
Doubts, insecurites, fears, and hurt
all roam this lonley wandering road.
They can't know.
I won't show the real me.
The one who is human and struggles
who trips and stumbles while on the road.
I want to be perfect.
So I wipe it away.
The tearstains, the roads that i have memorized
each morning the mark of the journey is gone.
They never see.