Revealed

I rarely reveal myself. You see the selfies, all the photos. But you see, you don't see. You don't see my mental, my true emotions, you see what I portray. Like a mirage, you see what you don't really see. Its not there. I'm not there. That's not me...you just see the broken image of what I appear to be. Convinced y'all for so long thats there's nothing to see here. That that Jesus in your toast is really only a grill print. There's no dragon in those clouds. There's no connection within those stars. But, indeed, there is.... You bit into the flesh of Jesus when you ate that toast. That dragon breathed fire and made it 80 degrees. Those stars are tryna tell you something... I am here... Not false depth like the thousands of purple filtered pictures and stolen poetic memes on this antisocial app, but I am the 70% of the ocean that goes unexplored. The depth you can't reach because it'll crush you. I'm the package that never makes it to you because UPS isn't handling the fragile China that I am. You don't see me, you'll never see me. I'm the person who snuck you in 8th grade and gave you that black eye. Oh, how you wish you saw me coming, how you wish you could go back..and just...have turned around...just a little bit sooner. But oh well. I am the hurricane that you've been told for years to prepare for but ignored it because the news has always been wrong. You should've listened. You should've prepared. But you're not ready for me, you'll never be ready for me.