Blank Pages

I was so many different things
All rolled in to one
I was who you wanted me to be
Who suited you best
Each of you thought you knew me
But you only knew the me you wanted
The one you liked to have around
One day I stopped and asked myself
Who am I?
Deep down inside?
And I realised no one knew her
I barely knew her myself
When everything changed I had my chance
My opportunity to be who I wanted to be
Show people the real me
Of course people tend to like you more when you’re exactly what they want
And the girl I was inside was not right
She was too “weird”, too “crazy”
Too individual
She was rejected
It hurts
It hurts a great deal more than I can say
To open up your heart and soul
To be entirely honest
Only to have it all thrown back in your face
Or worse: completely ignored.
It breaks you
To know that no one sees you
Wants you
I feel invisible
And slowly but surely I’m disappearing
All those different mes have gone too
I was left with just one
The true me
Who I was in my heart
And you didn’t even notice as you stepped on it
Crushing me
Every day I look in the mirror
And see more of who I was slip away
I’m fading
And soon there will be nothing left at all
Just an empty space, a blank face
Nothing but a hollow shell
They say don’t judge a book by its cover
This book has no cover and its pages are blank