Words spill out of my mouth like paint onto a canvas
The end result will be my self portrait
What will I look like to the outside world?
Art is what is perceived by the viewer
This is why it matters so much what others see
Do they see the scars and tear stained face from too much pain on the inside
Or do they see the butterfly I have finally become painting a rainbow with my wings
For too long the only people in my life commented on the negative never seeing the beauty within
Now I am expected to live my life with confidence
When I cannot even look at myself in a mirror and be confident that the reflection is really me.
A body that compares to those who I longed to emulate all of my life
But looks can be deceiving…no one sees the scars or the sadness from the past
They are covered by an external picture that is more appealing to view.
© Nicole L. Jarvis 3-23-09
