All the thoughts I have
That define me
Are peripheral to me.
It takes another,
A discerning eye
To see me.
To cut through all the hate
And self loathing
To find the kernel of good
That I know I have.
I am open to this discerning eye,
Ready for the analysis
And judgement.
I may even believe
A kind word
Framed well.
Tell me what you see.
Find the good in me.
Point to the path
And I may see it
For myself.
sometimes what is so familiar is barely seen and it takes another, an outside view to see the truth.
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