The Struggle

When you see me, you see the finished article.

Washed, dressed, hair in place, make up on and a smile on my face.

But you don’t see what it takes to get there.

You don’t see me trying to muster the strength to open my eyes in the morning.

You don’t see me forcing my weary bones out of bed.

You don’t see me berating myself as I sob in the shower.

You don’t see me looking in the mirror as I question whether or not today is the day.

You don’t see me wracked with indecision on what to wear.

You don’t see me soothing my pain as I twist and pull out my hair.

You don’t see me apply make up in the hope it makes me disappear.

You don’t see me riddled with anxiety as I lurk in the doorway.

You don’t see me breathing deeply before finally pushing open the office door.

When you see me, you see the finished article.

But just because you don’t see the struggle, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

Just because you see me smile, it doesn’t mean it’s real.

How I look, is not how I feel.

18 thoughts on “The Struggle

  1. Sounds like a reply to Alan Parsons when he wrote “the wine is real but the glass is fake.” Some say that song / album (Eve) tanked his career (which is unfortunate because most of his work was good). I wonder if a fictitious dialog between the two could work.

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  2. Screaming such truth on so many levels!!!! It is not a “flaw” we are human after all….never properly fitted to this society that we *now* belong…..imho Ty for sharing!

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    1. Thanks! That means a lot. I’m not happy with the last few lines of this one, but was keen to post it anyway. Trying not to edit too much produces interesting results I feel… 🖤

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  3. Aw, this really helped to explain. What an incredible effort of will. 💙💙💙

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