He believes I am good.
He sees an angel when he looks at me.
One of us is wrong.
Because when I look in the mirror,
I see a darkness.
I see everything I have ever done wrong,
I see everyone who had decided I wasn't good enough.
I see ugly.
I see every demon I have hidden away from view.
He does not see my mind.
He only sees what he knows of me now, what I have chosen for him to see.
He does not know anything.
But if I am to look through the eyes of an outsider.
One of us has to be wrong.
Either I am an angel or a darkness.
Is my view of myself distorted from years of abuse and neglect or am I able to know who I am because I listen to the mind of this person I live inside.
Could I really be who he says me to be?
Could I really be beautiful and I just don't see it?
Am I the deceived?
Or am I the deceiver.
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REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
