What You Know

I’m afraid, To let people See the tears roll uncontrollably Down my face Each one mimicking the last. And, I don’t want To have to face them And show them that I feel. I feel just as much pain as you do. But, don’t these feelings Mean that I am human? Do you even know me? Or do you know what I let you see? You see me as carefree. But, I have endured. I have been used. I have looked at myself in the Mirror only to be Pleased by my outward appearance, Yet disgusted by My inner thoughts. I have been thrust to the ground By the weight of my emotions Building up so quickly. I can’t even gasp for a breath, When air surrounds me. So Jaded. I have been suffocated By the hatred of others That fills me completely, Like a polluted, black, smoke Blinding me from The potential for a change, validation for my existence, And reasoning for my purpose.