Picture Perfect

“You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.” ― Haruki Murakami

I don't see me thru your eyes. You see strength, I see weakness. You say I'm hard, when I'm really soft. You know me but you don't know my truth. Contrary to popular belief, I live a censored life.

Even when I'm being honest, I omit something because you'll judge me, talk about me, bring it up later, or give me some cliche answer. You want to fix me rather than understand me. I. AM. NOT. BROKEN. My boldness makes you uncomfortable. We've been trained to not say what we think, want, & need, when God says do the opposite. Speaking the truth shatters your "picture" who I should be and who you want or need me to be.

Right, wrong, or indifferent, I am who God says I am, not who you say I am. In an effort to "protect my peace", I allow you to keep me framed on your mantle or mounted on a wall. While you think you have me painted perfectly, please know that your vision is blurred...that pic is flawed.

I omitted some things, "brothers and sisters", because you cannot understand my pain and perspective with blurred vision. See, no matter how many claim to care about me, when I can't trust you with my pain/love, I am still alone.

I would rather be alone, than surrounded by fake love. And never did I judge you, your pain, your sins...

I couldn't, I wouldn't, because you never told me your whole story.

Still yet, time exposed you.

My picture became your mirror.

Oh, the irony.

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