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For the One Who Said I Wasn’t Real, a poem

In this world of ours,

we’ve created

a dilemma,

for we live

our lives

behind flashing screens

where everything

seems –

SO REAL

and yet everything

seems –

UNREALISTIC.

Sometimes,

we are brave enough

to take chances.

Reaching out,

we slowly

learn to trust

but just as quickly

we reel it in –

feigning distrust.

Yet where,

in truth,

can a heart

find certainty

if not in the words

of a heart

truly spoken?

Yet somehow,

we insist –

that truth

lays before us

only in what

we physically witness.

We dismiss –

the silent glances,

the words unspoken,

and the lies expressed

in our own presence.

No, in truth –

we tell ourselves

only lies are told

here,

online –

where people seek

to share their hearts

and all their

scars

and joys

and struggles

are free for the world to see.

It is here,

where we try

to whisper –

Do you see?

You are just like me.

Yet we pale

at the thought

of anyone’s significance.

Because none of this

is honest.

Instead, you

pull out the phone,

post pictures on Instagram

and convince yourself

that

NOTHING ELSE

is real.

Even though

you keep trying

to convince the world

that you are authentic.

I guess

you must be

the only one.

© Sumyanna 2020

6 thoughts on “For the One Who Said I Wasn’t Real, a poem

    1. Not love so much as friendship, which makes this story rather odd. But truthfully, is there much of a difference when we care for friends?

      I just feel that people sometimes around you – you don’t really know them and they don’t really know you. I guess it’s not always the case, but sometimes it is. You are foreign to them in many ways – different interests, different ways of doing things, etc. For example, you may be a photographer and they don’t care at all in the world about photography – so you never talk about it. With my writing and perhaps even my photography – I feel that I share two of the things that mean the most to me in the world. Most people I have known don’t share those same interests at all. So here, I share myself in ways that is a lot less easy in person with people who are often not on the same wavelength. So yes, it hurts when someone sees that part of you and still assumes that you’re not real. I don’t know how more real a person could get.

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