What do you see?

What do you see when you look at me?

Mom: I see my darling daughter with a future that’s bright.

What do you see when you look at me?

Brother: I see a sister with many gifts to show the world.

What do you see when you look at me?

Me: I see a girl who is lost in her own world of enchantment refusing to live where reality holds true.

What do you see when you look at me?

Me: I see you, frazzled, confused, abandoned, abused, ridged, and torn. That’s what hurts the most.

What do you see when you look at me?

Mom: I see a girl who refuses my love. Such beauty you have with such ugly features. A mouth too outspoken, and a head too strong. I don’t quite know how you’ve come along.

What do you see when you look at me?

Brother: I see memories of us playing around. Good kids we weren’t but then we grew. Now I barely speak to you.

What do you see when you look at me?

Father: I see a daughter I never knew and love that never grew.

What do you see when you look at me?

Me: I see a girl holding onto the past who is trying to last in this world of broken love. You cling so dearly onto the pain you once loved.

What do you see when you look at me?

God: I see a child of mine who is beautiful and gleaming. Since you became mine I have not stopped beaming.