what do you see
when you look at me?
Do you notice the
quivering in my chin
as I try to keep this
practiced smile on my face?
Or how my fingers twist
into knots as I try
to will away the anxiety
residing in my veins?
I tried to hide these scars,
these vulnerable spots
where I tried to glue
the pieces of me back together.
But I have a feeling
that you can see
right through it all.
Does it make you want
to turn around and
move on to the opposite
direction?
It's alright.
I wouldn't mind.
Because when I look at you,
it feels like watching
the sun rise from the
darkest depths of dawn.
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