Peek a boo do you see me?
Peek a Boo, you see the fake me, the me I let you see. The one that fakes a smile because inside she is frowning and everyday is drowning in a puddle of her own tears.
Peek a boo, this is the real me, the sad broken and pathetic me.
Peek a boo this is the real me that is plagued with anxiety, the one that begs her mind to shut up and set her free but instead of setting me free it grabs a hold of me and grips even more tightly.
Peek a boo, this me feels like no one understands me and feels everyone would hate me if they knew the weak me.
Yes, sometimes I am weak and inside my mind wont speak to me but instead it screams at me, then I start to think that I am crazy so I do things to make my mind hazy so I can continue to pretend and be the fake me. This is the vicious cycle that goes around and around like the tires of a bicycle.
Peek a boo, I hate the real me that cries like a baby and I am tired of faking the smiles that make people think I am happy.
I am done with the fake me and I am ready to expose the real me, the fragile and weak me who is really unhappy.
By exposing the real me I let go of the faking so I no longer hold on to the worry of faking for the sake of what other people think of me.
So here I am I have told you my story but this is not the last chapter and I still look forward to my happily ever after.
About the Creator
Jackie Sagastume
I am 35 years old and I have been writing poetry since I was in elementary school. I love to express myself through words and find that writing is a coping mechanism for me because my life is complicated.
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