The Inside

Apr. 2020 | Written by Anonymous

If you only knew me,

you would see that I am much more than I appear to be. You would second guess who I

was because I’m more than the straight-faced, boyish-looking girl walking around campus. I am

more than my race, which is visibly black, and some say I’m not even that. I am less of who I lie

with and more of who I’d die with. I am the person who doesn’t hesitate to help someone else

because I know what it feels like to feel helpless. I am the one that people assume has it together,

but if they only knew me. If you only knew me. If it was obvious who I was on the inside, you

would second guess telling me who you think I am based on the outside. I am less of the family I

come from and more of the family I will create. If you only knew me, there would be no debate

about who I am. I am the one who finds new things to do everyday because the thought of having

nothing to do lies beside the thought of being alone with my thoughts. Because if you only knew

me, you’d know that I get in my head. Once I get in my head, I stay there like it’s comfortable,

although I would rather be anywhere else. Keeping to myself is easy, staying to myself is hard. If

you only knew me, you’d understand. You would take the time to find out what lies behind the

tough exterior, and maybe even what built it. You wouldn’t think I’m all bark and no bite,

because I am neither. I am quiet, so my mind speaks louder than I ever would. I am silent, but

my words say more than I ever could.

Ha, if you only knew me.