Please see me.
Not the thoughts in your head.
Only seeing me through your twisted lens.
I tried to tell you.
Told you it was different.
But you took my tears,
refused my pain.
Then told me
I was the reason.
For my lack of gain.
Through a million daggers
And searing pain.
I’ll make sure to add you to the game.
Where I escape the flame of your own-
internal pain.
Instead;
I’ll remove my lens.
I will hold your pain.
I will tell you to hold out and reclaim your gain.
Then I will rest in the knowing-
that I saw you.
And I will celebrate
because I see me too.
For vindication is grace.
I rest my case.
