Sometimes I feel fake.
A crying, scared little girl underneath the happy, woman façade.
They will never know I don’t have it all together.
That every day I have to convince myself to push on.
No one will ever be so close to see the dark emptiness that resides inside me…haunting me.
The sad, scared little girl that stays suppressed.
She must stay inside or the lion called society will devour her.
Sometimes though that little girl comes up to breathe and I find myself at peace in my true state..Unclothed, unhinged, unadulterated…and real.
But the real me must not be seen..I must protect her. She cannot hurt again.
So she will stay in her sandbox deep within my soul where she finds comfort, solace and warmth.
And the powerful, unfeeling woman will emerge to take on the pressures of the day.
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