Do You See Me

Look past the perfectly applied makeup and the perfectly manicured nails and toes, the designer labels and fancy clothes. Look past the flashy red car that screams look at me, and look at me. You see me but you see what you want to see. I'm so transparent you can see through me. I lay it all out and still you ask what is this about? I'm feeling invisible. Everything about me is visible. To the untrained eye, I got it all together, boy is that a lie. I don't know who I am from day to day and its hard to keep track of all my thoughts. The thoughts that keep me up at night, the thoughts that consume me during the day, the thoughts that don't go away no matter how hard I pray. Keeping it all together when I'm torn apart snd confused inside is a task. How can I help you ask? You can't. It's a problem that has to fix itself.. A problem that takes time, patience and persistence to overcome. In the meantime I'll just continue to come undone.. Behind the makeup, the manicured nails and designer labels, a woman is wanting to be seen, needs to be seen, yearns to be seen. Do you see me?