The Suit
She feels like she's wearing a suit
that doesn't suit her soul
Will she take it off?
No
Why?
People would see her soul, bare and hollow
"No one truly knows me," she cries.
That's because she won't let them
She's scared
if she took the suit off
no one would care to know her
Is that valid?
Maybe
Is that healthy?
Probably not
hers is a tired soul
that dips and raises as it pleases
The dips are low and long
The raises high and short
Would anyone care to see the darkness setting in her eyes?
or would they just ask questions, make judgments, or shut her away
Could they understand the calm pool of sorrow
that sits amidst restless waves of anxiety and loneliness?
She thinks not
no one would take it as deeply or seriously as her
"depressed sad sack", "emo wannabe", "moody, useless child"
The impression she'd give is clear
So she's made a suit
ill fitting at times
yet livable
She's a well adjusted person
She's smart and considerate
She makes jokes and talks small
She's friendly enough to be liked
yet distant enough to never keep friends
awkward enough to lose potential love
The suit has it's draw backs
would she benefit from taking it off?
Maybe she'd find people who like her for the soul
not the suit
Maybe
Maybe not
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