When they look at me, they see a well-dressed and confident young girl, but they don’t see the insecurity and anxiety I feel about my being.
When they look at me, they see a fit and awake body, but they don’t see my sleepy and tired mind.
When they look at me, they see eyes full of focused ambition, but they don’t see the ocean of tears behind it, where inspiration and light-hearted dreams drowned.
When they look at me, they see a friendly smile, but they don’t see the scars it tries to hide.
When they talk to me, they hear a gentle voice, but they don’t hear the screams of my heart.
When they are with me, they notice a helpful soul, but they don’t see that I crave encouragement and comfort as well.
When they look at me, they see a sociable character, but they don’t see that I’m alone and feeling lonely.
When they look at me, they see someone loving people around her, but they don’t see that I hate myself.
When they look at me, they see a person spreading light, but they don’t see the darkness I’m falling into.
When they look at me, they see a woman who has it all figured out, but they don’t see that I don’t understand myself.
What do they see, when they look at me?
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