A Facade of Me

You and I went into the woods. Only one of us came out. Completely surrounded by the trees, I was engulfed with the darkness in me. Though I searched tremendously, you where nowhere to be found, you dared not utter one sound. I tripped and stumbled along the way, the ground bruised my feet, which was bitter-sweet. I winced at the minimal pain, although really I could feel the shame. It was the shiver that was in the wind, the lies within my sin. The noises among the breeze, whispered those I teased. As a familiar sound approached me, I hid myself with some reeds, a facade I wore with little ease. I was mute when you walked past me, though my heart screamed, I knew you could not recognize me. I saw you leave the dark forest that night, I assumed it was the last time I’d see you, and if I did nothing I’d assume right. I spent my nights in the woods, I searched my soul, the best that I could. I had watched you inspire me, so I threw down the reeds, and walked out of the trees. A soft light guided me, showing me the truth, what I would not see. What I saw disgusted me, the persona I tried to be, the same sight you saw in me. Though my mind was out of the woods, my body remained, as long as it could. I hungered to tear down the tree, the one fat with lies, which kept you away from me. Now I have devoured it, a taste, bearing a familiar grit. I now see beyond that tree, that forest, which held my mind in captivity. All I see you, but only in my dreams, for I know this life’s been ripped at the seams. Still I wait for another chance, to expose the actual person in me, wishing that you would grant me this opportunity.