No matter what you say,
no matter what you do.
I’m trapped inside myself.
And I can’t find a way out.
I scream,
apparently to protect myself.
But from what?
I think I hear you,
but it’s just my filters.
You say, “You only hear your own echo,”
and all I hear is
what I’ve always heard.
You say, “You don’t see me.”
And again, all I hear is, “You’re not good enough.”
You see me, but I don’t want to see that.
Because then I can no longer hide
from all the uncomfortable feelings
that come
with truly seeing myself.