A gaze,
Simple stares
Into the glass portrayer
Who is it that you see?
That person you know you are, inside?
Or the sad and troubled being
That everyone else perceives
The one who silently screams
For acceptance
Today,
You see no one
The slate is blank,
Just like you feel…
Saline nails
Secure your self imposed prison
Each one, tearing into your soul
Leaving ugly scars
That only you can see and feel
What will you see tomorrow?
A beauty and kindness
That, like most things,
You have rarely seen or experienced?
Or will the same blank stare
Confront and ridicule, as it always does?
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
So why are you stricken with a blindness
To your own allure, to that sweetness
That only you possess,
Jut wipe away your tears
Open your eyes and your mind,
Shed your cocoon
Spread your wings and soar
To the happiness you’ve never known
Let the feigned ugliness
Loose its last breath,
Breathe in a new reality
And the scars that caused you so much pain
Will finally heal
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