It’s not easy being me.
Most people never realize it.
I move through different circles
those who think deeply
and those who don’t
unbothered by their intelligence,
or lack of it.
I’m sharp, quick-witted, often funny,
able to talk about almost anything:
politics, sports, culture, Trump
all the surface-level chatter
that passes for conversation.
Yet behind the words
lives a quiet longing
for something more authentic, more raw.
To speak of fractured hearts and minds,
of mental scars, loneliness,
and the unspoken pain
that persists beneath the noise.
Someone tell me
why is it so hard
just being me?
I am with you, my friend. What ever happened to depth? Conversations these days are akin to eating chocolate shell while forgetting about the ice cream. It’s why poets like you exist – to remind us of these things. Thoughtful and excellent write!
Thankyou
We never really know how people perceive us. We go out of our way to put our best foot forward, but somehow our demeanor gets lost in the translation. Staying true to yourself is your survival. It’s all we have at the end of the day. Take care, Peter!
Thanks Kelly appreciate your comment.
Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. I can relate, I used to get caught up in wondering how others perceived me. It will drive you crazy going down the rabbit hole. Being we’re not able to hop in one another’s minds, it only leaves one to assume. And assumptions are the mother of all fuck ups, mainly because it’s impossible to for any human to be 100% accurate. It’s best to stay true to your moral compass and always trust your gut. That’s just my opinion though. Take care brother. Appreciate you.
Damian