The Light You See
You see me—the possessions I have and the way I live,
and you assume my life is perfect.
You see me—with my head held high and my act of confidence,
and you believe I’ve got it all figured out.
You see me—with the smile I’ve trained myself to wear,
and you think I must have no worries.
You see me—surrounded by the things you wished were yours,
and you envy the life you think I live.
You see me but you only know the surface.
You see the light and not the fire that made it.
You do not see the fears that whisper my name,
the ache I’ve carried like a second skin,
or the sleepless nights that have held me tightly.
Be content with what you have, but always reach for the sky.
@vio_let
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