People are nothing like their pictures.
They capture nothing of their nature.

They portray
only their brightest or most beautiful side.

That’s not what most days are like.

If I had to guess,
I’d probably be wrong,
but I’d find comfort in my judgments.

All sussed out,
Like I’d figured every possibility
and logic would denote exactly
what your hiding.

The way that I’ve been judged
and the confessions that I’ve witnessed
make me believe
that we all feel terribly
at one time, or another,
or too many.

And we have only ourselves to save.
By erecting a façade
and setting boundaries.


About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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