Wrong Eyes

Anguish 1 Minute

I took your eyes to see myself as you see.
I depended no longer on the uncertainty from those which I was born with.
I felt beautiful and loved.
But what am I supposed to see now that I know it was she you were looking at?

How could she become me?

Published by Chelsee Fielding

I use to write so often. The words spilling out of my heart faster than my hands could keep up. That's my venture. To find that again. Many people think they should keep their life experiences to themselves if they're deemed ugly. I know from experience how many lives can be saved if you just share them instead. You are not alone. God is my rock, my walls, my home. From a small town in east Alabama. And a working class gal.

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