What You See Is Not Me

Subdued Flamboyance

You see me smile on the outside.

But that’s all you can see.

What if tears run down my face on the inside?

You hear me laugh on the outside.

But that’s all you can hear.

What if I’m crying out for help on the inside?

You smell the scent I wear everyday on the outside.

But that’s all you can smell.

What if it is the smell of a rotting body on the inside?

You watch me speak fluently on the outside.

But that’s all you can watch.

What if I stammer with words on the inside?

You feel my clear skin on the outside.

But that’s all you can feel.

What if I have hundreds of scars on the inside?

You taste my lips kissing you on the outside.

But that’s all you can taste.

What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?

You witness me…

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