Elucidating Questions

They don’t know you like I do

When I see or hear it I feel empty

No one in my life could say such a thing

I feel so separate from who I am

The outside a sanitized version of the me I actually am

No one knows me like I do

That’s probably something everyone feels

I feel very maintained

All the time a mask affixed

Be it neurodivergency, chronic illness, anxiety

Something is being hidden from view

I am a well orchestrated play

My own puppeteer and marionette

A castle of glass as they would say

I wonder what I would do if someone came into my life

And could see me

As much as I keep my written life to myself

It would be nice to be seen as myself

But I don’t think there’s anyone on this planet like that

Haven’t met anyone that gave me a run for my money or knew me like the back of their hand or any other such sayings

I wonder what it would feel like to be known