I stare into my eyes
They ask “what do you see”
I see someone I wish not to be me
“I see a person”
i respond with nothing in mind
“Everyone’s a person, what do you see?”
I see someone I wish not to be me
“I see the look of hatred in my eyes”
i respond with nothing in mind
“There is no hatred behind those words, you are too kind, I ask you again what do you see?”
I see someone I wish not to be me
“I see someone ugly, someone who should not be”
i respond with nothing in mind
“there is no such thing as ugly, or a reason to be, instead it is already decided that you will be here with me, I ask you finally what do you see?”
i see a person someone I wish not to be
i will change to be a person someone I am proud to see
“I see a person, that I can call me”