September 11, 2021

People see you as the imperfections you are but I don't see it. I see the beauty in most people but mainly in you. People don't see the pain and sorrow you face or the way you see your own beauty. The way you love the little things. The way you are passionate about things. I see it.  why are people so quick to judge? Am I ones of those people? I try not to be but I question my self, I question my own beauty .You also see the worst.but then again you are the reflection of me.You see me as beautiful sometimes even though I don't feel it. but I believe you when you see it, when you feel it. One glance at you and I see the ugliness. The imperfections,the imperfect person that doesn't stand tall. I hate my smile and you hate when I look sad. Sometimes I see what others see of me as ...do I see what they see? I don't even know what people see when they look at me.what do you see? Do you see me as I really am? or do you see me as your reflection ,the reflection you want me to be, the reflection that doesn't reflected me.  Sometimes I wish they see me as you do, the hidden beauty in me.The real me not the one I let them see. I wish they see my struggles that we face everyday and how it makes us stronger .The person you see right through, with just a glance. You are perfectly imperfect but then again you are me, and I see what you see.