The loneliness of healing

I only show people the version of me that easy to love. polished, calm. Never too much. Never asking for more than they can offer. But the real me? She is louder softer messier She feels everything before naming it. she overthinks. Gets quiet. Loves hard And falls apart in ways that aren't always pretty. what if they see her and walk away? So i keep her hidden even from the people who swear they'd stay