To see myself as I really am,
Instead of through the skewed lense I am accustomed to.
The lense of worthlessness
The lense of sharp criticism, so detailed it must be true,
When did I go from seeing through my eyes to seeing with yours?
When did the truth blur?
How did I become what I’ve fought so hard to overcome?
When did I go from victim to perpetrator of crimes against myself?
How did I get so lost in what I was not that I also lost what I was?
How do you unlearn the lies you’ve learned to tell yourself?
The end result is what is no matter how it came to be.
Perhaps one day I will find answers that evade me now.
Perhaps one day I will learn the path that led me there,
And unlearn the path that held me there.
Perhaps one day I will be completely free
To discover the secrets of unlearned me.