Miriam's Poems 🫶🏼

I often wonder when people look at me, what do they see?
The judgment of others seems to turn me into something I don’t want to be.
When they see me smile, do they really think I’m happy?
When I look in the mirror, I see all the pain but how is it that no one else sees what I can see?
When I laugh, can they notice that it’s fake?
But deep down, I’m constantly afraid.
When they look at me, can they see the pain in my eyes?
What they don’t know is that the shy girl with the red hair constantly cries.
I guess I got really good at faking my emotions,
But no one knows that in my head there are constant commotions.
What makes all this harder is the fact that I’m so damn sensitive,
You can sit right in front of me and tell me that you love me or telling me how much I matter to you but something in my head will tell me something completely different and turn it into something negative.
I’m aware that I am not okay,
But I have hope and faith that I’ll get better someday.
The hardest part is that I always feel so alone,
I go through this pain on my own.

Miriam Lopez 🤗