I really hope I never made people feel unseen.
I don’t want to look at anyone through the stained glasses society forces us to wear.
I want to look at them and when they are viewed as superficial wallflowers or geeks by others-
I want to be able to recognise it as the kindness or bravery it takes to not disguise your true nature.
Sometimes I wonder if people ever really look at me the way I look at others.
Are they trying to see the good in me?
Or why does it sometimes feel like I’m the worst when I am constantly trying to do good. Do better.
Do they really see me?
Or are they just judging the surface of my appearance, like so many others do?
And if they do, what does it tell them? Am I always behaving like the real me?
Could the real me even be visible through my outside appearence?
Do they see the person I am or the person I’m trying to be?
Is there maybe even a glance of the woman that I want to be?
Or are they seing a stranger I wouldn’t recognise myself in,
Not even after a thousand years of starring at a soul-reflecting mirror?
Can we ever be truly seen at all?
I mean, I don’t even understand myself from time to time.
If I don't even admit every aspect of my being to myself-
Then how can I hope to be ever fully loved, or entirely understood?
Maybe the parts I like most about myself have always been completely overlooked by others.
So how should we know if people truly get us or if they just pretend?
Do they really care and does it even matter in the end?
Or is it just 10 pm and I am simply overthinking (once again)?
I don’t want to look at anyone through the stained glasses society forces us to wear.
I want to look at them and when they are viewed as superficial wallflowers or geeks by others-
I want to be able to recognise it as the kindness or bravery it takes to not disguise your true nature.
Sometimes I wonder if people ever really look at me the way I look at others.
Are they trying to see the good in me?
Or why does it sometimes feel like I’m the worst when I am constantly trying to do good. Do better.
Do they really see me?
Or are they just judging the surface of my appearance, like so many others do?
And if they do, what does it tell them? Am I always behaving like the real me?
Could the real me even be visible through my outside appearence?
Do they see the person I am or the person I’m trying to be?
Is there maybe even a glance of the woman that I want to be?
Or are they seing a stranger I wouldn’t recognise myself in,
Not even after a thousand years of starring at a soul-reflecting mirror?
Can we ever be truly seen at all?
I mean, I don’t even understand myself from time to time.
If I don't even admit every aspect of my being to myself-
Then how can I hope to be ever fully loved, or entirely understood?
Maybe the parts I like most about myself have always been completely overlooked by others.
So how should we know if people truly get us or if they just pretend?
Do they really care and does it even matter in the end?
Or is it just 10 pm and I am simply overthinking (once again)?
