Guess Again

You think you know me? Well guess again. You may know my name, parts of my personality, and the things I enjoy. But you don’t know my story.

You don’t know the things I’ve been through. You don’t know the adversity I face daily. You don’t know the struggle I overcame.

You don’t know that I cry some nights because it all gets overwhelming. You don’t know why my anxiety is so bad. You don’t know the reason behind the sleepless nights, appetite loss, or the silence.

You can’t even tell my real smile from a fake one. Or a real laugh from a fake one. Wow. You definitely know me.

My name is Fadumo. I’m a girl who stays positive for everyone, but herself. One who puts everyone’s happiness before her own. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy. Well, I like to think I am. But I am also damaged. No, I won’t tell you why. You’ll just run like he did.

My story is a burden. It tears down sturdy relationships without any effort. No one truly wants to help me. Or understand what I’ve been through. They just want to know for their own selfish purposes. I am all I have.

And I’m suppose to sit here and listen to you say you know everything about me? Guess again.