I wore my mask of perfect grace,
Hiding the cracks, the fears I faced.
In the chase for flawlessness, I lost my way,
But in your silence, you turned away.

I spun my worries like fragile threads of doubt,
Each one a whisper, as my heart screamed out
you watched me unravel, never reaching out.
I yearned for comfort, a gentle hand,
But you stood still, didn’t understand.

Should I have voiced my need for aid?
Or was my facade too brightly portrayed?
Each “I’m fine” was a plea, a call for light,
But in the shadows, you faded from sight.

Now I stand with this heavy heart,
Perfection a prison, tearing us apart.
Can love withstand the storms we create?
If in vulnerability, we could have found warmth.

So here I am, learning to be,
Imperfectly human, just wanting to be free.
I’ll gather my pieces, though I miss you still,
And maybe one day, I’ll find the strength to heal
Embracing the scars that help me feel real