"Great Expectations"

You couldn’t be more wrong,

About me.

Your confidence pushes, unwavering.

I’m against the wall, but you can’t see.

Because I’m hard to read.

The tears I cry, silently,

Felt only by my pillow,

And the shirt that lay drowned

With the salt that is failure.

The truth is stained to my heart,

It feels like a bruise,

In the denial stage of grief.

Everything that makes me, me

Is someone else’s shining star.

It’s easy to die, but harder to live.

Reviews

[Benjamin Wright]

This is so true.

So many people seem to think they "know" who we are. Better yet, they even go as far as "believing they know" who we are. Who the frick do they think they know? Nada.