“Unveiling Secrets: What Lies Beneath the Surface of Megan Jamie’s Poignant Poem”
You cower in your own shame
Disgusted
You know the blackness surrounding you is a product of none other than
Yourself
You reach for contentment
Grasp at serenity
Hands peeling open
Fingers ache from
Reaching so far
They didn’t tell you that one kind word could turn your day around,
While a mean look could ruin you for months.
They didn’t tell you that others would claim to understand you,
To relate to you,
And then give neither warmth nor kindness when you inevitably slip
up.
You didn’t realize how accurate the clichés could be:
Standing in a room full of people, but never having felt so alone.