We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

The Mind's Eye

"What they see in me?"
"What do they see in me?"
"They see that?"
"But... why?"
I hated my bipolar mind. Scratching at my brain, itching at the theories. They had one view of me, I had another and so did they. Each time I travel I'm afraid for people to see me. Not that one that the "see", the one underneath.
They dug more that I can physically handle, going beyond the surface that most people settle for. I felt as if I was a dark cloudy storm, gray and an irritation to the mind. But someone said that it's beauty, protection and a little fluffy on the inside.
My mind said I was Friend A, a supporting character who will never get the main role. But someone said I was the moon in sky full of stars.
Two weeks and they saw straight through me. That was my greatest weakness and my greatest strength.
"What do they see?"
"They see that?"
"Why??"
Because they have their mind. And they tell me to look at myself through their eyes.