How do you see me?

I spend a lot of time trying to be someone who sees them. I want them to feel appreciated and loved, but I wonder how they see me.

I feel like there is a certain response some people might have to my love and affection, like girding their loins. Worried about what will come out of my mouth next. Honestly, I worry about that too.

Its a bias they may have. It is a picture of me that I show out loud to people. It’s not the whole me. I feel things, too. I give of myself, but I try to give to me, too, because I need it just as much. I have a darkness in me, too. I have things to heal from still.

But that is for me. I keep that to myself and wait for someone to truly see me. Truly know what they are doing to me.