I see you on Facebook.
I see your smiles.
I see your cute memes.
I see your highs.
I know everything is good with you.
I don’t need to see your diary entries.
I don’t need to know more than a post,
because you post every day.
What else could you have to say?
But that is only a fraction of me.
I am more than you see.
I have fears.
I have tears.
I have parts of me that I don’t want you to see.
I have shadows like you.
I have a past I try to undo.
I don’t have it all figured out.
I yell. I shout.
I have parts I don’t talk about.
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