Deep Inside Myself

I sit curled up in my chair
My knees pulled up to my chest
If I were to look up, I would be unrecognisable
You know me as strong, brave and true
But I search for the deeper truth inside of me
My body aches as I reel from the answer
I see her sitting curled up in her chair
Her knees pulled up to her chest
I am looking at a weak, cowardly lie
Who is she?
How can she live with herself?
She peeks up at me, her eyes answering my question
"I don't know."

The End

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