Through my eyes. Or your own.
Ever look at yourself? You gaze inward at all the flaws, faults, and insecurities that are part of your being and wonder what anyone else could ever see in you. And then you start to wonder just what other people do think of you.
And you realize, that at least for the moment, their view is a lot more rosy than yours.
And you feel like a fake. A fraud. An actor, putting on a show so that people won't notice how flawed you really are. And it scares you, because you wonder if their view is a lie. And if it is a lie, that means that you are a liar. Not necessarily in word, but in deed, which is much worse than in word... because you have convinced the world that you are something better than you are.
And then you realize it's time for bed, and although there is a lot of truth to the fact that you are so far from perfect it hurts...
it doesn't matter, because luckily you can work at it. And hopefully after a good nights sleep- you'll realize maybe you aren't quite as wicked as you feel.
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