You see me

The missing piece has always been me

What if I’m the missing piece?

I am the only one who can truly feel my pain. I am the only one that truly gets me.

We’ve been side by side for so long, yet I run from you. I’ve looked outward. I worry about others, when the entire time- it’s me.

I stop. I feel your pain. Here we are.

There will never be another person imagined or real that has my experiences because I was there.

Those days when I was scared, lonely and misunderstood, you were there. So many years when it was only you and me. You were there those days when we would escape to find solace in written words and comfort in daydreams.

You’ve been there the during the darkest nights and brightest days. You know everything about me, yet there are parts that are still a mystery.

I will sit with you. I will slow down and stop running. The pain is there. Years of misunderstanding that no one else can see but me.

There is not a person or thing that can help me find the missing piece, no fleeting validations, no therapists, no self-help books or mantras, the missing piece has always been me.

I see you, Jane

Rejected and misunderstood.

Trying to prove that I was good

Trying to be seen

when people seemed mean

In a world that never got me

I tried to flee

it doesn’t matter how far I roam

I am no longer alone

you no longer have to fear

because I have always been here.