My ramblings....

Dear...

What a spectacular ability you have, you can find it all
Maybe it's imagination, maybe it's fact, but you've captured it all, reinventing it still
I wish I could turn you inside out sometimes, like an old sweater
Hold you upside down and shake you out
What is it you're keeping inside that makes you so bitter and tense
Were you born this way? Is it inherent to your gender or race?
Someday I'll find a mirror that suits you best, the kind that shows you who you are without all your preconceived notions
I think you'd be shocked by what you saw
And I wouldn't stop at your skin and that level

I think if you could really see, maybe you never will, but if you really could,
You might see someone composed, confident, who's laughter lights up the room whether you notice or not
You'd probably appreciate your softness a lot more, your lines wouldn't seem so harsh and abrupt. You'd probably realize how wanted you are. Maybe it's best you don't know some things...
You might understand the full effect of your eyes, which I know you grasp to some degree, but maybe you'd stop trying to make boys fall off their bikes.

And maybe you'd let your heart rest more often, instead of sending it to the edge with your up and down palpitations. Instead of looking for the worst intentions and the hidden meanings and the complete shut downs.
Maybe it would be good for you to know that people don't think about you as much as you think, but when they do, it's more often than not lovely thoughts. Not these imagined daggers and criticisms that you seem to hold so tightly to as truth.
Perhaps, if you really saw yourself in relation to the world, you wouldn't rest so heavily on the worst case scenarios.

I'll keep searching for that mirror, just for you

posted by Unknown @ 8:27 AM