A common theme of my words.
Hiding behind a persona.
While seeking validation elsewhere.
You cannot see my pain.
You cannot hear these thoughts.
I wish you would feel the way I feel.
Looking in empty places.
Can you find me?
I’m here- waving flags from afar.
Don’t you see this obvious me?
I need to let you go.
I need to be where I am needed.
If I cannot be where I am wanted.
Giving up on looking for something I’ll never find,
For the thing that’s right in front of me.
No more hiding.
Ready or not, here I come.