#authenticself - Hello Poetry

i see that smile but separate from my lips i see those tears but not of my eyes and that sweat from brows not mine but the voices pretending to be me i am perturbed of the two voices in my head so sure of themselves of where i should go i tried one way thought i could have what i want resulted in how the other said i'd be i went the other way unable to go fully and i could not identify myself apart from them

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May 14, 2016

May 14, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC

m-g-hsieh

bearing

i see that smile but separate from my lips i see those tears but not of my eyes and that sweat from brows not mine but the voices pretending to be me i am perturbed of the two voices in my head so sure of themselves of where i should go i tried one way thought i could have what i want resulted in how the other said i'd be i went the other way unable to go fully and i could not identify myself apart from them

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I wear the mask of too many roles, Caretaker, rebel—lost in their tolls. I give, I bend, but never break, Hiding parts of me for others' sake. I ask myself, "Is this enough?" Is my best a gift, or a never-ending bluff? I wonder if they see the cracks inside, The parts of me I’ve tried to hide. When things go wrong, I pull away, Lost in regret, in a sea of dismay. I cry, I doubt, I ask, “Why me?” Stuck in the same cycle, never free. I fear they’ll see me as a lie, Fake, rude, disloyal—just a disguise. But deep within, I know the truth, I hide, I shrink, to avoid the proof. I suppress the honesty, the raw, the real, For fear they’ll judge what they can’t feel. I keep my truth locked far away, A prisoner of my own dismay. Isolation brings a fleeting peace, But it’s the silence that won’t cease. With the few who truly see, I try to feel what it means to be me. But even in those moments, I fear, That I’ll be left, unseen, unclear. So I wonder, in the quiet of night, Am I enough, or just a fight? I don’t know what my purpose is yet, But in this struggle, I’ve learned to forget. I’m supposed to lead, but all I see, Are the shattered pieces of who I could be. I carry self-doubt and endless strain, Validation from others, my constant chain. But in the dark, I’m left to roam, Wishing for a place to call home.

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Apr 3, 2025

Apr 3, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC

Ana_s-Escape_03

The Weight Of My Mask

I wear the mask of too many roles, Caretaker, rebel—lost in their tolls. I give, I bend, but never break, Hiding parts of me for others' sake. I ask myself, "Is this enough?" Is my best a gift, or a never-ending bluff? I wonder if they see the cracks inside, The parts of me I’ve tried to hide. When things go wrong, I pull away, Lost in regret, in a sea of dismay. I cry, I doubt, I ask, “Why me?” Stuck in the same cycle, never free. I fear they’ll see me as a lie, Fake, rude, disloyal—just a disguise. But deep within, I know the truth, I hide, I shrink, to avoid the proof. I suppress the honesty, the raw, the real, For fear they’ll judge what they can’t feel. I keep my truth locked far away, A prisoner of my own dismay. Isolation brings a fleeting peace, But it’s the silence that won’t cease. With the few who truly see, I try to feel what it means to be me. But even in those moments, I fear, That I’ll be left, unseen, unclear. So I wonder, in the quiet of night, Am I enough, or just a fight? I don’t know what my purpose is yet, But in this struggle, I’ve learned to forget. I’m supposed to lead, but all I see, Are the shattered pieces of who I could be. I carry self-doubt and endless strain, Validation from others, my constant chain. But in the dark, I’m left to roam, Wishing for a place to call home.

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We will always be a saint to some, a madwoman to others. What truly matters is being at peace with yourself.

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC

girlinflames

Saint or Madwoman

We will always be a saint to some, a madwoman to others. What truly matters is being at peace with yourself.

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