tranQUILLity 🤍

This isn’t me. You see the me I want you to know. The real one - she’s insecure, but won’t tell you; She’s angry, but she won’t show. She wears one mask after another, almost all the while. She’s jealous, she’s frustrated, she needs a hug - But I hide it all behind a bright, pretty smile. The me you know, is the one I want you to see Smart, funny, kind -  As perfect as can be. You get to read my poems, but only those good enough for the books. The only medals on my mantelpiece, are those of which I’m proud And yes, my DPs always show my prettiest, most flawless looks. You don’t get to see the drafts she furiously dismisses to the trash bins. You don’t get a glimpse of the selfies where she looks like a sickly frog. Of course you don’t see her defeats, you also don’t see her not-so-noteworthy wins. She doesn’t dress up; she won’t discuss the books she reads, or her music taste. She’s ill at ease in crowds, She chews her nails, looking awkward and shamefaced. This might be hard to be...