No One Knows Me Here

Dear Delyara, I talk to people every day, but no one really knows me. I laugh when I should. I answer when I have to. I exist where I'm expected to. But inside, there’s a version of me no one has ever met. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be fully seen… Not judged. Not fixed. Not misunderstood. Just… seen. If you’re reading this and you feel the same— maybe we’re not as alone as we think.