you are too familiar with yourself with your face your body your beauty
your reflection is an image skewed from being seen by your same eyes too often your confidence is a locked box you keep in the back of your closet your smile is more uncomfortable than it is curling and you've grown to hate the large of your laugh
you are blind to almost all that you are
but just imagine, for a second what you look like to someone who is a stranger
you could be their textbook definition of ideal their exact description of beautiful and you wouldn't even know it
imagine for a moment how your greatness might resonate with someone who has never been close to that much at once
there have been people in your life who have attempted to break you into smaller pieces crush you from whole so you would be easier to swallow
there will always be some who will be unable to see your worth others who wont be able to handle you maybe they'll see too much and try to shrink you into less with the hopes of becoming more themselves
you build yourself quieter each time that you do you know how to shy away from the prescence of light and you've settled comfortably in the shadow of day
but there is someone out there waiting to hear your loud a blank canvas ready to be filled with all of your paint you will be the exact shade they have spent their entire life trying to find
and when they do you'll remember that there was a time before you were taught to see dark when you could see all of your colors clear without trying