I do not see the world as you do
for mine has long been grey.
I don't understand how you can see beauty in me--
I'm filled with darkness--
is darkness something you find beautiful?
Or, perhaps, do you just have that much love to give?
Please, teach me
teach me to see with your eyes instead of mine--
they no longer work.
The snake poisoned my mind
almost beyond repair.
My view of myself and the world is distorted--
perhaps unjustly so.
But I can't fix it
because I don't know how.
Dear one, please, show me the world through your eyes--
show me all the beauty and grandeur that I somehow cannot see.
Lead me by the hand, as if I were blind,
and describe the flowers,
the sky,
the people,
the stars,
the setting sun,
the moon,
me.
Though I may not believe you, I do trust you
I know you won't lie.
Teach me to see through your eyes.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
