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The version of me you love doesn't exist

By KodahPublished 4 months ago Updated 4 months ago 2 min read
Top Story - September 2025
Each girl (bird) represents my own private wars | Pinterest

*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM*

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Even the mirror flinches when I look at it.

I changed my name, my voice, my eyes—

Still, the mirror mouths the old one back.

Even though the voices in the back of my head know where the key is hidden...

I'm better off outside in nature, the real medicine of healing and self-love.

I crawl underneath my favourite weeping willow tree.

I take 3 deep breaths—

First breath for my awareness

Second breath to hear my inner voice

Third breath to awaken all my senses...

The birds appear.

I smile. They dance and sing around the willow tree.

I close my eyes.

And they chirp-

Chirp, chirp, and chirp!

But it's not a chirping bird, it's a little girl... telling secrets...

Am I that little girl? Was I her? Am I her?

Thank you for holding onto my secret, I whisper.

Some days I speak with a borrowed voice. It knows what to say better than I do.

That's why I whisper to the birds... they can hold secrets better than anyone.

My smile is usually fluent in survival; it curls without consent.

Only when I start to think about him again...

I've rehearsed his version of me so many times that the original has forgotten its line—

He fell in love with the echo, not the scream. I keep the scream tucked beneath my tongue.

I am a masterpiece of pretending—

He says I'm easy to love. That's how I know you don't see me...

The version of me you love doesn't exist~

You didn't fall for a person. You fell for a performance...

I was doing anything I could to feel loved by you..

I am not a girl in your memories. I'm the wound she covered.

The bird's chirp -whisper..."You are not the ghost of someone you never had the courage to become."

I begin to cry, and cry. Tears rolling down my face and into my lap.

If I ever showed him who I am— raw, unfiltered, undone-

He'd run. He'd call it ugly. Maybe he should~

He'd love me well—so well, I almost believed I was real.

But I'm only ever what you want to see.

The rest of me is silence dressed in skin.

The version of me you love doesn't exist~

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Thank you so much for reading my story!! <3

For the challenge 'Masks We Wear'! <3

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About the Creator

Kodah

- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Dark, Surrealism, Psychological, Nature, Mythical, Whimsical

~𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹~

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  • RAOM2 months ago

    The more we embrace nature, the more our true self embraces us. 🙂

  • Aarish3 months ago

    This piece powerfully captures the inner conflict of trying to be seen and loved for who you truly are. The repetition of ‘The version of me you love doesn’t exist’ lingers, giving the poem a haunting resonance.

  • "I am not a girl in your memories. I'm the wound she covered." This could've been the name of the challenge. The vulnerability in this is brutal. But beautiful.

  • Jamye Sharp4 months ago

    Food for thought in this.

  • Hannah Moore4 months ago

    Echo, not a scream ... Love that line in particular

  • Beautifully expressed, thankyou for sharing and congratulations on Top Story xx

  • Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago

    Frigging genius stuff here!!

  • Lola Sense4 months ago

    Wow, this poem feels like peeling away layers of yourself in front of us. Thank you for the experience.

  • Kendall Defoe 4 months ago

    Interesting to read this with the music (very Cocteau-Twins-Lush-feel to the track). Thank you for this!

  • Lana V Lynx4 months ago

    This is both beautiful and poignant, Kodah!

  • Novel Allen4 months ago

    Ah. Kodah...I forgot how whimsical your words can be, A beautiful soul baring work of art. Great to find you again.

  • Bren4 months ago

    I need more fingers to point out how good this is. Good right up to brilliant Kudos Kodah!

  • Whoaaa, this was do deeply relatable. And there were sooo many lines where I had to pause and reread because they were so deep. You nailed this challenge in a very poignant way. Congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊 Hope you're doing well. I've missed you!

  • Tiffany Gordon4 months ago

    Stunning work! Gorgeously-crafted & profound! I absolutely ♥️ it!

  • ‘…silence dressed in skin’ ❤️

  • Alexander McEvoy4 months ago

    I’m sorry what!? This was fantastic Kodah! Wow I would pick a favourite line if one would sit still long enough. This was brilliant and the music elevated the performance amazingly!

  • Mother Combs4 months ago

    Kodah!! Hey!! Missed ya <3 Wonderful poem <3 Back with a kick <3

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