Who Do I See

When I look into these eyes I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at I see this fear of judgment that makes her cower at confrontation I see this hopelessness for the future that make her choices her burden alone I see this desperate need for companionship to make her strong in the savage world of humans I see this courage caged in her thoughts of inferiority I see these thoughts of abandonment that make her cling to anything I see this devotion to her beliefs that makes her fear death And I hate that the person I always see is me.