My life is spread across a computer screen

and you think you know me.

If you could only see what lies beneath the lines and words I write.

If you could see that I'm simply a fragmented image of what I once was,

would you still want me?

If you could see the scars left by a mother that left without a backward glance,

would you do the same?

If I show you the pain in my eyes when I can't have what others take for granted,

would you run?

When I can't sleep at night because I have that same nightmare again,

will you roll over and turn off the light or will you be understanding?

These things that no one knows, like the childhood I never had

and the fear that no one will ever know my story seep into everyday life.

Will you help me move on?

While I learn to trust again will you abuse or use me?

If I told you all about the strength it takes to get out of bed everyday,

would you think I am weak?

If I drop my walls and let you in will you hurt me more?

or will you be exactly what I need?

Please be exactly what I need.