“What do you see”

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”