When you look into the mirror, what monster do you see, love?
What kind of horror do you imagine, which takes your skin
and makes it his own?
What mask do you place upon your face, so that others may believe your lies?
Others may fall for your facade, but I do not believe you.
I see you.
I see the broken sadness you hide behind that easy smile.
I see the scars on your arms.
I see the lost boy behind the joker act you put on.
The tears, the confusion, the thoughts that keep you up at night
until the world is silent, and your existence is only a whisper between stars.
I see the monster you think yourself to be.
But I could never believe that monster to be real. Because I
See a soul that is haunted, and terrified, and hurt
A soul that is beautiful, and honest, and kind
A lost boy searching for peace and quiet in a mind filled with demons
I see you
I see who you are, even if you cannot see it yourself.
Your anger, your hate, your condemnation of this unfair world
The rage that burns like an undying fire in your chest.
So do not hide from me that which you hide from the world
Do not use your masks with me, for I
Have seen into your eyes and found a creature of beauty.
Do not believe yourself to be undeserving of happiness and love
Do not think yourself a monster
For I see you
And I am not afraid.