The Image you See.
The image you see is never me, it's what you perceive to be, You don't feel like me, you feel like you, you do not know me, I do not know you, not the way we need to. I see as I do and I feel everything, even more, you did not see me, that much I'm sure. The messy reflection you see is me, down deep, the darkness goes from my head all the way to my feet, Yet I'm trying so hard to be really complete. I struggle to just breathe. What I see isn't even all of me, it's scars that run deep, into my skin as I die awake in sin, my own guilt silences what also lies within, what I see and what was happening, for my own guilt was the only wrong doing. So I see an incomplete, yet complete me, while you perceive what you wish me to be, according to what you've seen, messy reflection or clean. Which one am I supposed to see.
