What You Can’t See

I’m not lying

I’m not lazy

I’m not faking

I’m not crazy

I pushed too hard

I went too far

Again

All I want is to please you

All I want is to move move move

But it hurts.

You say I’m half your age

You say 6 hours really isn’t that long

You say to push through it

You say it’s all in your head

And that hurts.

Cause you can’t see me

Fighting to just survive

Fighting the pain

Fighting the fatigue

Fighting the temptation

To give up, give in

Fighting the limitations

That I haven’t chosen

Fighting for my own sanity

And humanity.

In a world where there are no such things as limits.

You fake it

Till you make it

Till making it

Is faking it

And limits are roadblocks

Meant to be broken

Till your left broken

With that roadblock still in front of you.

So what’s the point?

You have nothing

Not even your health.

The stress of it all

The pain of it all

The struggle

Not even worth it.

Because I listened to the voices

And ignored the fact

That I can make my own choices

And stay confident within

The confines of my Father’s design

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

And though you unknowingly throw shade

I know what I’m worth.

I know my beauty.

And that gives me hope and freedom

In my limitations and fragility.