Some days I live
To see me through
Your eyes.
Some days I lay in
Bed and pounder
How others see me.
I want to see me through
The eyes of others.
I want to see me
From a different perspective.
Can I see me from
Their eyes?
Can I meet me
Through their memories?
Is that allowed?
You can meet
You just yet
You are not ready
To see you.
You are not ready.
