No Angel

A poem I wrote in excess of 8 years ago whilst going through a deep stage of depression in my teenage years. Never been shared anywhere until now...

It’s amazing just how much they don’t see, when they look in admiration at me.

On the outside I appear so rounded, but you see their vision is alarmingly clouded.

I'm confident yes, I know just what to say, I’m mature and insightful in my ways.

I can read most people like a book, see their innermost thoughts with a single look.

But what all these people fail to recognise, is how much of me is masked in lies.

 

I don’t do it by choice, I don't like to pretend

I long to be honest, for the deceit to end.

I hope so much that maybe some day, I’ll have the courage to tell them what’s made me this way.

 

What makes us strong isn’t our might, but our ability to keep up the endless fight,

Be it with others or with our own minds, at some point we are all forced to find

That we can’t cope all on our own

We all need a savior to bring us home, to show us that life is much less hard,

If only we let go of the charade.

 

Realising this is what makes me strong

Now I know it won’t be long, before I can look in the mirror and like what I see,

And be truly proud to show the real me

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"What makes us strong isn’t our might, but our ability to keep up the endless fight,"

This is a relatable write for me.
I think we all are covered in lies but I agree with your words, at some time of our life we do need someone to understand us as how we really are..
Well penned 👍