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Do you see me?
I hate the fact that you think you know me,
The truth is you have never taken the time,
To forego the surface and see beneath,
To see this smile and know it's a lie,
This is all me pretending to be strong,
Hoping that you can't see past the front,
Because I don't want you to ask what's wrong,
Just nod your head and move along,
My heart has been broken but now it's shattered,
Pieces smaller than a grain of sand,
Easily dispersed and quickly scattered,
But to small to catch it all in your hand,
Every piece of me that you let fall,
Is never caught in a net of love,
And boy it hurts so much no matter how small,
And you never asked what I want,
I never wanted any of this pain,
I wanted to help you heal,
And now I will never be the same,
Why was it me that you chose to kill?
Why was it my love that you slapped away?
I am not sure how to fix this or mend it,
I feel like a corpse full of decay,
My heart is where all of the rot started,
Now it is too late for any of this to change,
So I bend down scoop up what is left of me,
And I will try to smile as I walk away,
Because I know the truth, you don't see me.