A Search for Meaning
I find myself looking for meaning. Meaning in decisions I've made. Meaning in decisions I want to make. Even meaning in decisions I don't want to make. The one thing I can't seem to find meaning in is love. Maybe it is because of things that people don't see in me when they look at me that I don't make the right decisions in life and love. Or at least haven't. Am I too impulsive? Am I just wanting affirmation that much? Maybe, maybe not. One thing I do know the meaning of is what I feel inside; what others cannot see.
Several years ago I wrote this:
What You Don't See (March 1, 2015)
Several years ago I wrote this:
What You Don't See (March 1, 2015)
You see the smile on my face and assume that I am alright.
What you don't see is
that I am dying inside.
You see me happy and full of life.
What you don't see is
the deep unhappiness I feel.
You see me out and about doing daily things.
What you don't see is
how bad I want to crawl into a hole and hide.
You see me laugh at a joke.
What you don't see is the heartache I am dealing
with.
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