A dear friend of mine posted this on FB:
"Please don't judge people by outward appearances.
The most popular person I knew was the loneliest.
The most jovial person I ever encountered was severely depressed.
The people who I though had it all together were often hurting the worst.
I've been thought arrogant when I was my most insecure.
I've heard people say I was full of energy when I was my most exhausted.
Truly, each heart knows it's own sorrow. You just never know what someone has been through, until you really, intimately get to know them."
The most popular person I knew was the loneliest.
The most jovial person I ever encountered was severely depressed.
The people who I though had it all together were often hurting the worst.
I've been thought arrogant when I was my most insecure.
I've heard people say I was full of energy when I was my most exhausted.
Truly, each heart knows it's own sorrow. You just never know what someone has been through, until you really, intimately get to know them."
Here is the poem, inspired by her words.
Please
Don't Judge The Outside
8/15/14
It's
been a day of weariness -
Expectations
take their toll,
As
I am told I'm wonderful,
When
I feel less than whole.
You
say that I am popular -
Oh
look how I am loved!
Yet
here I am the loneliest,
With
dark emotions shoved.
You
say that I am respectable -
An
example to the young.
But
I am fighting battles
That
you know nothing of.
You
say I flow with tenderness -
There's
such love in my stance.
But
I keep pulling back away,
At
every painful chance.
You
say I have found joyfulness -
With
smiles on my face.
But
there is pain behind my eyes,
With
none to fill that space.
You
say I show togetherness -
Life
looks so figured out!
But
I am warring with my past
And
cringing in my doubt.
You
say I'm almost arrogant -
My
words seem backed by pride.
But
really I am insecure
And
close myself inside.
You
say there's boundless energy -
But
that is not a fact.
For
I am tired of this pace,
And
weary of this act.
You
speak of really knowing me -
And
yet you never do.
You
think I'm perfect at arm's length,
But
I am broken too.
You
speak still, almost glowingly,
Of
all you see in me.
And
yet I wish I trusted you,
To
look and truly see.
~ZA
Well written, Miss. And I empathize.
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