Perspective

If you see me as I see myself,

Then I’m so sorry.

A constant cry for affection

Can make you deaf, you know.

If you see me as this world does,

Why, that may be even worse.

The darkness in their hearts

Erodes what color is left in my rainbow.

But if you see me,

Not through these sparkling green irises,

Not through their blazing perceptiveness,

But through the eyes that shine like

Two glistening diamonds on your face,

Then you’ve been given the ability-

No, the gift-

To see clearly and without judgment,

Through this armor of my skin,

And into my soul, where-

If you look closely enough-

You may catch a glimpse of that

Vibrant, lovely, captivating, drop of happiness,

That you so easily can turn into a waterfall.

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