what you can't see
lies deep within;
those depths
hide the scars,
the cracks in belief,
the painful fears -
haunting memory -
you only see the blunted versions -
if you see me at all -
congealed together into the body before you,
these experiences are me;
what you won't see -
even if you look -
are the finer details:
the shape of the events
that left the scars -
their weight -
the thin cracks in this veneer
this isn't just me,
it is a truth for all;
hold your judgement close,
you don't know
what you don't see
