Once I've been told I was ugly
so I looked into the mirror and asked that person in there
what was so ugly to make someone take their time
to tell me
something i should already know,
and i knew it.
No one answered anything,
so every mirror i looked, every
piece of reflective
glass,
blade,
or deep into my grandma's eyes,
i wondered:
why would a grandmother, such a lady like you
tell some 8 year old girl
with such harshness
how ugly she was?
Now i look back into those times
when all that i could see was doubts
and flaws and faults, that wasn't mine at all,
and answer myself:
that little girl had a glint in her eyes, which
no grandmothers like hers could ever have,
and she smiles for a second

"I'm not the one to blame if
she's the blind one".