Confessions of a Lost Scribe

DO YOU SEE ME

This started as one poem.

It didn’t feel right.

So I wrote it again—this time, a little closer to the truth.

Who is that happy girl
Smiling through the tears
Who is the happy girl
Hiding all her fears?

What secrets does she keep?
Behind her eyes so dark as night?
What secrets does she keep?
That may never see the light?

Through her smiles & laughter
We feel a common bond
Through her smiles & laughter
No one knows what sadness has gone on

So I ask—who is that happy girl
Smiling through her pain?

Dare I say, she’s not happy

It’s just her refrain.

Do you see me?
I’m too old for you.
You say I have boss energy.
It’s just me.
I’m more subdued.
Do you see me?
I feel hurt.
I pretend not to care.

But I do.