am i becoming someone i once needed or just someone i learned to survive as
between what i feel and what i show, where did the truth get lost
can a heart stay soft when it has been handled carelessly again and again
do i really forgive or do i just get tired of remembering
every time i say “i’m fine,” who exactly am i protecting
for how long will i keep choosing people who never really choose me
growing up… was it meant to feel this lonely even in crowded rooms
how many versions of me have i abandoned just to be accepted
is this who i am or just who i had to become
just how much of my silence is peace and how much is fear
keeping everything inside… is it strength or slow damage
loving deeply… is it my gift or my weakness
maybe i expect too much or maybe i just expect the bare minimum
no one really knows me fully… not even me sometimes
or maybe i do know myself and i’m just scared to admit it
pretending to be okay… when did that become my habit
questions keep living in me but answers rarely stay
running from my thoughts or sitting with them… which one heals
sometimes i miss people who never even stayed
the things i never said… do they still exist somewhere inside me
under all this noise… is there a unknown version of me waiting
very often i wonder if i’m healing or just distracting myself
when did i start needing so much reassurance to feel enough
x times i told myself “it’s okay”… but was it really
yet i still hope… even after everything, why do i still hope
zoning out of my own life… am i living or just passing through..
and if you read closely… you’ll find me hidden from a to z
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