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Judge
Don't judge me. You have no idea
how much sadness a person can carry
and still answer softly.
No idea how many nights
I had to talk myself
out of disappearing
just to wake up and pretend
to be okay again.
Even the people
closest to me have only
met the worn-out version of me
that keeps surviving in public.
They hear my laugh
but not the pain behind it.
They call me distant without asking
what forced me
to disappear inside myself.
So if the people around me
still do not fully know me,
what makes you think
you understood me "
from a few passing moments
of my existence?
