can’t they see?
that my smile is not a smile
can they see
that i am not she
an imposter has taken me
i am a hostage
a post war prisoner
i’ve not gotten out
not who i was
can’t they see?
do they even want to know?
that i am a shell
that i am in hell
the once i fell
i would never again be well
that no one can see
that i am not me
that what i’ll be
is just what you see
a smile that’s not real
a heart that does not feel
a me that just isn’t
a soul that’s imprisoned
About the Creator
Alejandra Mora Hendler
Mother, wife & author. My poetry chapbooks and novella are on amazon. A free chapter of the novella is right here on vocal, and my new book Jasper & Sunny will be released here first one chapter at a time!
www.alejandramorahendler.com
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