All I see are lies
When I look into your eyes.

All I see is shame
When I look into your frame.

I was, of what I said, certain,
Until you suddenly became a new person.

Now I see you differently.
You’ve changed entirely.

Your eyes are honest,
Full of promise.

Your frame is respected,
No longer neglected.

Have I been wrong,
About you, all along?
Is what I see
Has always been me?

Do I own the eyes
That are full of lies?

Am I the frame
That’s full of shame?

Maybe I am.
Maybe I’m just a pathetic sham.

I wished it wasn’t true,
So I tried to see it in you.
“To do so, there’s no possible way,”
I say.

Now, I accept myself,
Because I am not someone else.

I am who I am.
I am not, anymore, a pathetic sham.