When it was me,
The good around me stuck
because you saw it there —
The beauty in the eye that paints
over the defects in the thing, itself.
But these things I wish on no one:
To be seen as you truly are,
To see love turn its head away,
Or to know what people really think about you.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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