In their eyes,
My ambitions are governed by the thoughts of a prize.
For simple tasks, I'm not considered but simply despised.
Looking at the mirror, I see more than they can.
All I needed to do was pick myself up and learn to stand.
What side of me no one sees is reflected in my eyes when I laugh.
Lessening a goal in the middle of the journey will only resort to cutting me in half.
Eventually, no stranger nor perspective will grow.
Sometimes it's the words I just have to let go.
Sometimes it's just the doubts I must outgrow when my whole being is waiting to prove I'm flawless and no longer concious of what their eyes will show.