What Do You See?

When you look at me, what do you see? Do you see my struggles; the moments that I slide backwards? Do you see my tears; my pains? Can you see into my past and see each time that my heart was cracked in two by someone's cold hands? Can you feel my every emotion; all the sadness, all the grief, and every ounce of happiness? Can you feel every hit and kick that my body has taken? Can you see my everyday and know the good and the bad that was dealt to me each day?

 

I don't know what you see when you glance at me. You don't know my struggles enough to care. My tears are shed where mortals eyes cannot see. The past is gone, locked away within the pages of my memory, so you can't steal any views of my life unless I choose to set those memories free for you. My feelings are my own so you don't know anything about my bodily pains. You are not with me every second of every day so you can't see everything that happens in my life.

 

BOTTOM LINE; DON'T JUDGE ME