What You Don't See

March 2, 2019

Looking at my reflection I can see

Much more than you can while looking at me

You just see happiness laughter and glee

You see pure sunshine but none of the rain

You don’t see the struggle, the crying, the pain

Over time I have developed to be

Someone I do not recognize as me

I know I have time to change, but for now

This is me

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