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Reyna Vasquez Poem
I hurt inside
I cry inside
I smile so that I can still hide
Remain calm they say
Stay strong they say
That’s all I can do
Every time I’m asked what’s wrong
Stop questioning me
Just let me feel
Show me you care
But don’t suffocate me with your fake empathy
I care too much
The oversensitivity leaves me numb
So again I hide
Behind my phone,
Behind my books,
Behind my pillow,
Behind my looks
I worry too muchThey tell me that everything will be fine
But that was years ago
It’s still not fine
I need help
But I never find it
I don’t need empty promises
I just need it all to be fine now
I need it to all be ok
Because I’m not strong
I just pretend so that others can be
I am weak
So weak
I stop feeling and I joke around
I need to
Otherwise I’ll just cry
All day and all night
When will I be fine
When will I prove that I am enough to myself and to the world
I need guidance
But I am far too proud
I want to scream
But I am much too scared
So instead my voice remains quiet
Soft like I’m afraid to speak
Because I am
If I speak too loud
I will let it all out and everyone will know
The pain I feel is not the same pain others feel
Others feel greater pain
Have suffered more
But my pain is still real
It paralyzes me
There are days where I just want to lie in bed
Not because I am tired
But because I am exhausted
From trying to stay strong
From being hopeful
But being hopeful is all that I have
So I move
I move
Copyright © Reyna Vasquez | Year Posted 2016
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Reyna Vasquez Poem
Tingles discovered by a brush of the hand
Softness felt, that of which comfort held
That tough love of which they speak, could never be for those who did not understand
If only kindness and security could truly meld
If thou were a beggar, and if beggars would be choosers
Would thou rather choose to feel, or to mask your emotions with a carefully woven façade?
The masks are better suited for other takers
When both dainty hands are grasped firmly, there is no longer a need to keep up the charade
If emotions caught flame, passion would be the outcome
Tears cascade down rosy cheeks, unseeing eyes gleaming with promises of more
Lanky arms engulf the trembling frame with a comforting hum
The spreading warmth of love is something that you have come to adore
If thou were not to feel, then one’s heart would be left rotten
Never let it be said that what is felt, is better left forgotten
Copyright © Reyna Vasquez | Year Posted 2016
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