There’s a hollow spot within.
One I am unsure how to fill.
Afraid of my next move,
Terrified to show all my needs,
Fearful that no one will care.
Put on the façade that I am not struggling…
I’ve gotten so good at pretending that I am strong.
I’ve got this,
Really I just need to feel like I can rely on someone…
Someone to see my sadness,
Someone to take the time,
Someone to notice my struggle
And help protect me from it all.
And yet pride keeps me from opening up,
From showing others what I’m really dealing with.
Too afraid of being let down like so many times before,
Uncertain if anyone really wants all of me and my struggles,
Little faith in the fact that anyone could.
I make light of it all to others,
And sit alone and cry.
Feeling uncertain and unworthy.