Appearances are Deceiving

January 5, 2016

I don't like what you see when you look at me

or what anyone else sees for that matter

it isn't what I want to put out into the world

I don't want my scowl of disapproval to be what the world sees, I want my warm heart to be center stage

I don't want you to see my odd figure I want you to see the intricate twists and bends within my mind

I don't want you to look into my eyes filled with pain I want you to see my burning soul I'm trying so desperately to show

I want to be remembered as the girl who fought her inner demons and won

not this broken, lost, frail simpleton

I want to be seen as a phoenix not a pathetic finch with a broken wing and crooked beak

see me for what I am, and who I am trying to be

ignore my scars and stretch marks, I know they're there

just see me

please, just look at me

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