I Am...Obscure

Examine yourself through an objective lens.

What is it that you see?

Perhaps a strong, kind, brave individual.

Someone who is talented, charming, and destined for greatness.

Are you sure? Check again.

A streak of arrogance smears the glass.

Perhaps a pensive, obtuse, failure of a person.

Someone who will never make it anywhere no matter how hard they tried.

Are you sure? Check again?

A smudge of self-loathing blurs the lens.

What do I see when I look through the lens?

Even I am not sure.

Am I as intelligent as I would like to believe?

Am I as pretty, or compassionate, or creative?

I cannot say.

The lens I look through is smudge and streaked,

By what I do not know.

My vision is obscured and I cannot see.

Still, I will stumbled down the road we know as life.

I trip and fall, but always stand back up.

I may not be able to see who I am now,

But that doesn’t mean I cannot make my way towards who I want to be.

I am cloaked in a veil, and I continue to march on as best I can.

Perhaps one day I will be able to see,

An unshaded image of someone who is truly me.