I See You

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