With the looks and stares, inside crippled from the dagger glares. Needed to protect myself from the devils dens. North and South and everywhere in between never running just trying to find my home. Looking into my eyes you will see life. I’m trying to be brave enough to speak from truth. Honest enough to speak from my heart. Be a woman that I can look at in the mirror and say your still daddy’s girl.
A themed subject I write on occasion is perception. It is used more than ever with our generation. You see a single shot, moment, quote and you can generally categorize people with that. What are left are facts. We are basing some relationships off what we see. Never see if our facts hold up. This doesn’t really matter but what matters is the quality of relationship suffering a bit. Someone that smiles all the time and is crying at home or someone that seems very mellow is truly happy. We can’t really assume anything anymore. Even a text of how are you? You need to see your friend in the face, look in their eyes and ask these questions. Taking responsibility towards actively being a better person, friend, family member etc is a beautiful thing. My tip is to truly not assume judge according to gossip. I’m waiting on the facts.