I am feeling lost. Again.
I exploded (or imploded) again.
I ended up on the floor again. Like a pile of rags.
I wanted to punch the wall again.
I wanted to scream and screech and hiss.
I wanted to walk away. Again.
I wanted to disappear. I wanted to be invisible. Again.
Like I was before.
Before I got a glimpse of what it is like to be seen.
by someone who wants to see.
by someone who will hold you to a mirror.
because he sees what you do not.
and he says that it is--