Just be kind
Let go of resentment
Quit picking old scars
They've healed long ago
Trauma is so much a part
Of your identity
Who could you possibly be
If you let yourself heal completely?
Would you recognize the reflection
When the fog is wiped from the mirror?
Or are you still in creation mode
Taking pieces of everyone else
Trying on their skin to see how it wears
See how it feels against your issues
What are we but a mere construct
Of experiences and observations
Picked from those around us