(why)

Seeing yourself
through the eyes
of another
you forget who
you are.
Someone doesn’t
love you,
you don’t know
why.
Why is a child’s
question I’ve
told myself
a milllion times.
You move around
uncertain how
to live your life,
because you
have stepped
out of it –
hiding there
trying to see
what they see,
which can’t
be done, of course.

There is no place
to live,
except where your are,
in you,
feet on your own
ground, looking
out from your own
point of view.

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