When you look at me, tell me what do you see?
Do you see the broken pieces and unhealed scars?
Do you see the damage that has been done?
Do those windows you look through show you the truth?
Tell me do you hear the storm rage!
How does the clutter you see make you feel?
Do you feel tiny and overwhelmed?
Does it make you grateful it isn’t you?
Now what do you think of me?
Am I a project beyond repair for you?
Has your previously perceived perception of me now changed?