Photo by: Stephanie
Or a jangled mess
Thoughts racing
Inside my head
Juggling stress
Wondering at times
If my face betrays
Do my eyes
Give my true
Feelings away
Are they revealing
A vision of strength
Behind a closed door
Or the reality
Of a scared woman
Crouched like a child
In a corner
Of the floor
Each day trying
To realize dreams
Practically impossible
To keep pace
Conforming, adapting
To join the human race
With rules so difficult
To comprehend
A desperate attempt
Not to give up
In the end
If you happen
To pass me by
On a crowded street
And peer into my eyes
And think that you’ve
Seen the real me
Then you undoubtedly know
That I’m desperately
Trying again today
To prove to the world
That I’m doing okay
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