Am I real if I'm looking from within myself?
If I keep who I am tucked deep inside
So far inside, I'm lost to me
Am I honest if I tell myself little lies?
If I bury the truth from my very own eyes
If what I allow myself to see
Is a distraction unto me?
If who I become is not who I really am
If who you see doesn't even please me
Am I real if there is no real depth?
If there is no truth
If my pain is intertwined with the memory of happiness
If the things I do are never self-pleasing
If I don't know how to stand
Stand on my own two feet
But scared to take a step
Scared to open up
Scared to connect
Am I real if all I am is what you see?
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