I wore my mask of perfect grace, Hiding the cracks, the fears I faced. In the chase for flawlessness, I lost my way, But in your silence, you turned away. I spun my worries like fragile threads of doubt, Each one a whisper, as my heart screamed out you watched me unravel, never reaching out. I yearned for comfort, a gentle hand, But you stood still, didn’t understand. Should I have voiced my need for aid? Or was my facade too brightly portrayed? Each “I’m fine” was a plea, a call for light, But in the shadows, you faded from sight. Now I stand with this heavy heart, Perfection a prison, tearing us apart. Can love withstand the storms we create? If in vulnerability, we could have found warmth. So here I am, learning to be, Imperfectly human, just wanting to be free. I’ll gather my pieces, though I miss you still, And maybe one day, I’ll find the strength to heal Embracing the scars that help me feel real