My Real Image REVISED

Today I read the post. The only post I had that made "Top 5"

"My Real Image." it was titled. I read it and did a face palm.

The comments read, "Nice To Meet you." "This is so real"

At the time, these comments made my heart melt.

Because They had known my heart, the "REAL" me.

Exactly 166 days later, and I realize they don't know my heart.

So they know I kickbox, they know I didn't have a dad for a while.

I said they knew my heart but they really knew my image.

But an image is just a picture pasted on a single page

They know few pictures, but they sure as hell,

Don't know my heart or my story , and the things that make me REAL.





They don't know what makes me tick and what make me break

or what my face looks like first thing in the morning on a school day.

They don't know that I like the color my eyes turn when I cry.

They don't know that my jaw clenches every time I hear the word Pornography.

They don't know I visit  home most weekends, and still cry every time I leave.

They don't know how badly I want to find love, and how many tears Ive cried over heartbreak.

Or know that god gives me rainstorms instead of rainbows cause I'm happiest in the rain.

They don't know  how hard I analyze lyrics of songs and why I love Ed Sheeran so much.


They know my image. And maybe that's okay they don't know my heart.

Because not everyone gets to know my heart. That's what makes it special.

But one day, someone will learn my heart. They will learn the way it beats,

How many times per minute, what it can hold, its size, its color, and mostly its pages.


Until then though,  this is my image. With a snapshot into my heart.

I'm real. But It's going to take someone special to see my heart beat.