If I Were Honest...

I would tell you that I'm not always smiling because I want to.

I would tell you that I don't actually like the way I feel in these clothes that are skin tight and my hair done just right.

I would tell you to stop looking at me with hunger in your eyes like I'm just another meal meant to be devoured.

I would tell you that I don't remember the last time I felt valued because dollar signs just don't do the trick.

But if I were honest, would you really listen?

If I were honest...

I would tell you how rejection doesn't always feel like the hallway to another open door.

I would remind you of those times when finger-paint on wrinkled paper was enough to make you smile with pride.

I would tell you that despite the scores I am still trying my best.

I would tell you that I'm not actually sorry for wanting to do something other than what you formulated in your mind to be "good enough".

But if I were honest, would you really listen?

If I were honest...

I would tell you that the way I see myself doesn't add up to the way you say others see me.

I would tell you about the tear-stained nights of pain and anguish as my thoughts wrestle between the grumbling in my stomach and the perceptions of my reflection.

I would tell you that my mind is a powerful tool and that it is not always working in my favor.

I would tell you that I am afraid of imperfection, even though it is inescapable.

But if I were honest, would you really listen?

If I were honest...

I would tell you that loneliness will be the death of me, and I would mean it quite literally.

I would tell you that all I desire is for the eyes of someone else to withhold judgment long enough to stare back into mine.

I would tell you that I don't actually want your handouts, but a shoulder to cry on would be nice.

I would tell you that I've tried to pick myself up over and over again, but I have been crippled by fear and judgmental glances.

But if I were honest, would you really listen?

If I were honest...

I would tell you that the climb to the top has been nothing but lonely.

I would tell you that I miss the days when I could find value in the simple things life has to offer.

I would tell you that stepping on the toes of others may have brought me success, but I still have yet to find my value.

I would tell you that "having it all" isn't all it is cracked up to be.

But if I were honest, would you really listen?

If I were honest...

I would tell you that there is far too much hurt in this world.

I would remind you that this world wasn't meant to revolve around you, and it's better that way.

I would tell you that your burdens don't have to be carried alone, but that also means others shouldn't have to carry theirs alone either.

I would tell you that it is time we stopped turning a blind eye to the pain around us and start listening to one another.

But if I were honest, would you really listen?