See The Truth Poem by Michele Weston

I lay in bed and pray,
That someday you will hear my screams,
But day after day,
I lie here and keep praying that prayer,
Aren't you supposed to care,
If I am broken, battered, and wounded,
But you don't know,
What I go through every single day.

You see what you wanna see,
When you look at me,
When you look into my eyes,
You didn't see the truth.

I'm not a little girl,
Locked in side a big box for a world,
I have feelings,
That I hide deep inside my soul,
I hurt and ache everyday,
And pray that maybe you'll see the real me,
But that wont happen,
You so busy with everyone else's problems.

You don't see the real me,
When you look at me,
When you look into my eyes,
You don't see the truth.

I am not whole,
I was broken so long ago,
Now I sit and cry,
At night with the blade in my hand,
I wish I could tell you,
But I know you could never see me,
So now I leave,
I'll never look back or miss you.

Will you see me when I'm gone,
When you look for me,
When you try to see my eyes,
Will you finally see the truth?