See Me/Emmarie’s Perseverance

Smile, Laugh. Fool them. Light up a room. And they’ll never know…

…That inside you’re the lone body spray you get every Christmas. Nestled in the darn corner. Tucked away. Forgotten…

… Teeth Flashing. Laughter blasting. Jokes landing. You’re a hit. Life of the party. They love you. Why are you so…

… Sadness feels your mind, heart, and soul. Misery is your plus 1. But you don’t show them off. They are hidden. “I can’t be seen with you.” “Sh. Keep it down.”…

… If you refuse to recognize it, it doesn’t exist, right? I’m not depressed. Because I… I… say. Actress. My calling. I’ve survived playing the part. Killing the role…

… Chest weighed down with wet sand. Eyes heavy and often leaking a lifetime of agony and betrayal. Shoulders aching from the pressure to be the perfect Mother when you hurt emotionally so intensely you can feel it physically…

… See Me…

Im tired of hiding! 🫣

***This was originally just a poem from the heart. But I think it would be a good addition to Emmarie’s Perseverance. So I’m adding to it below… 👇

Emmarie’s letter read. Her hands trembled watching Mrs. Smith read her words that have taken or her life and spend their day torturing her silently.

Mrs. Smith pulls her glasses down, and slowly looks up. She squints her eyes and says… “Wow, Emmarie”… gets choked up as she begins to cry….