I
see you.
You’re
not hidden to me.
I
see the parts...
You
don’t want me to see.
I
see things that are real,
Things
that are true.
I
see you...
I
do.
I
see the pieces battered.
The
places that hurt and cause shame.
I
see you with them...
And
I love you the same.
Off
in the corner you stand alone,
You
question what it’s like to be both loved and
known.
Will
anyone claim the one with no one to claim?
Or
will “not fitting in” be your only grasp on fame?
Know
that I see you.
You’re
not hidden to me.
I
see the parts...
You
don’t want me to see.
I
see things that are real,
Things
that are true.
I
see you...
I
do.
I
see the pieces battered.
The
places that hurt and cause shame.
I
see you with them...
And
I love you the same.
Under the covers you stay...
Sleeping
though life and most of your day.
Wishing
the clouds would lift and the pain would go away
And
you wonder if anyone has noticed you’re not really “okay”.
I
noticed; I see you.
You’re
not hidden to me.
I
see the parts...
You
don’t want me to see.
I
see things that are real,
Things
that are true.
I
see you...
I
do.
I
see the pieces battered.
The
places that hurt and cause shame.
I
see you with them...
And
I love you the same.
You
look in the mirror and you sigh.
Though
anyone else would question why.
You
primp and you fuss and you look on with disgust
Hoping
the rest of the world approves of you today.
My
approval came before your sigh because I see you.
You’re
not hidden to me.
I
see the parts...
You
don’t want me to see.
I
see things that are real,
Things
that are true.
I
see you...
I
do.
I
see the pieces battered.
The
places that hurt and cause shame.
I
see you with them...
And
I love you the same.
The
scale is your critic and your judge.
You
base your worth on whether your jeans fit too snug.
You
skip a meal and make an excuse,
You’ll
be “enough” when there is nothing left to lose...
You’re
only losing yourself...but I see you.
You’re
not hidden to me.
I
see the parts...
You
don’t want me to see.
I
see things that are real,
Things
that are true.
I
see you...
I
do.
I
see the pieces battered.
The
places that hurt and cause shame.
I
see you with them...
And
I love you the same.
Scars
line the inside of your wrists, your stomach, your thighs.
The
remnants of the hurt and pain you couldn’t cry.
When
it became more than you could bear, you turned to your knife.
Bleeding
the means and release to saving your life.
The
life you grasp for as I see you.
You’re
not hidden to me.
I
see the parts...
You
don’t want me to see.
I
see things that are real,
Things
that are true.
I
see you...
I
do.
I
see the pieces battered.
The
places that hurt and cause shame.
I
see you with them...
And
I love you the same.
You
feel like no one would believe your story so real.
Wouldn’t
understand the wounds you still feel.
A
body and life violated, disregarded, abused...
Who
could ever again love someone marred and used?
I
would. And I see you.
You’re
not hidden to me.
I
see the parts...
You
don’t want me to see.
I
see things that are real,
Things
that are true.
I
see you...
I
do.
I
see the pieces battered.
The
places that hurt and cause shame.
I
see you with them...
And
I love you the same.
Don’t
you dare think no one cares.
Don’t
you dare think no one’s there.
Lean
on me, I’ll hold you tight.
Together
we’ll set the world to right...
Because
I see you.
You’re
not hidden to me.
I
see the parts...
You
don’t want me to see.
I
see things that are real,
Things
that are true.
I
see you...
I
do.
I
see the pieces battered.
The
places that hurt and cause shame.
I
see you with them...
And
I love you the same.
AK November 2012
