Seen | Poem

I want to be seen.

I want to be known.

I want you to the dumb things I say,

to smile when I ramble,

to hear me even when I don’t make sense.

I want you to try

to care about what I love,

to lean in, not just nod along,

to see me, not the version you’ve imagined.

I am tired of being a reflection,

a projection of what you wish I could be.

I am not a dream, not a story you’ve written.

I am enough

as I am right now.

I deserve to be seen

not through the blur of expectation,

not through soft-focus illusions,

but as I am, unfiltered and real.

See me.

Know me.

Not the fantasy.

Not the impossible.

Just me.

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