let me tell you a little more about myself;
I am human and never will I forget it.
I am stubborn and nothing will change that.
I have biting words that sting
But just as easily will i spout words of love and encouragement.
I feel fear, but who doesn't?
I cry when I'm upset,
I hurt inside when betrayed and lied to
and i do care what people think.
I am not above criticism
I know that i can improve
I work hard to get what I can
but I will not say that I like it.
this is what I see when i reflect on myself.
not what i hear
not what my mother says
not from the point of view of an enemy
But what don't I see
what are the blind spots?
what do they represent about me?
what does my ignorance of them mean?
and who am i truly through your eyes?
who have I been?
Who can I be?
who is what I am supposed to be?