Her mind told her she was weak...day after day, every time she looked in the mirror, it tore her to shreds. Stripping off layer after layer of effort and hope, of pride and happiness, stripping her bare to face the mess inside alone. Words meant to lift her spirit only tore her down. Made her weak, terrified of the person she was becoming but unable to turn it around. Hurt seemed to coat her like a second skin.
Grief resided permanently in her mind. Her world was broken, kept breaking, chipping away slowly, taking the pieces away forever.
It's not what they saw...
They saw a smiling face, the mask she wore. They saw her put together, without a flaw. They saw her live, and dream and reach for more, never saw the side she hid behind the closed door.
At night, alone, she faced the demons inside, and awoke each day all happy and bright.
Impossible, they thought when she spoke the truth out loud.
She was always a rainbow without a doubt.
What we see and perceive are tricks of the mind
Sleight of the hand, lies fashioned with time
The person you know and they person they are
Are one and the same yet so different by far
You stop for a moment and realize it's TRUE
The one who you are isn't the one they know too