Surface

When a person looks at someone, all he sees is the surface. Some people are intuitive in the sense that they are able to see pass the facade. They are able to see the truth and the heart of the matter. But somehow they can’t see it all.

And it’s a scary feeling, to be vulnerable, to know that somebody might see the real you. What’s scarier though, is that they see something in you that you try so hard to hide but you know it’s futile because they can still see it.

If they knew how deeper it runs, how it was so much worse, how the things that they are seeing are just the tip of the ice berg. If they only knew, how you are not the person you seem to be.

It’s just the surface. They’ve barely scratched the surface. The murky waters kept them from seeing what’s truly underneath. No matter how you are bursting to correct them, to tell them that they are wrong, you can’t. You simply can’t.

Because somehow you want to think that what they said was the truth. You want to believe that they’re right, you’re somehow wrong. And perhaps, there is some reality to what they are saying.

They don’t know how hard you’ve tried to change yourself, still trying, still improving, still looking and still working. It’s the depressing part, isn’t it? The part where you’re trying to show who you are, how much better you are right now but somehow they see but don’t understand because they don’t know and you can’t let them know; and you feel that they will never understand.

What they’re looking at is just the surface, and the only way to let see more is to either clear the water or let them wade in and swim through your depths of personality. The first option takes a lot of effort and hard work, but they wouldn’t really notice it unless they were paying attention, and the second option . . . . is just something unacceptable until you learn to trust them and hope that they won’t ever take advantage of what they will see in you.

They won’t be able to reach the bottom unless they’re willing to swim through the cold and harsh waters.