Can you stand outside yourself
And scan the foebeast's eye?
Can you watch her track your move?
Does something in you cry?
Are you aware that you alone
Perceive this stalking beast,
And that the loathing that you feel
Is fodder for her feast?
She's always in the shadows at
The edge of what you see.
She'll move to trap you in her thrall
Unless you claw to free.
She'll use the weakness you perceive,
To say you're not enough.
Sometimes it's true your chemistry
Makes you believe that stuff.
Sometimes you think that you alone
Can see the "wreck" you are.
You can't believe when others say
That you're their shining star.
It takes ten good for each one bad
And you've had bad so long,
That so much good just overwhelms,
'Cause, Honey, it sounds wrong.
The choice is always yours to make
To listen or reject,
For all the hurdles overcome,
You've earned your self respect.
You think you can, you think you can't,
In both respects you're right,
But if the latter is your post,
Then why maintain the fight?
I know that only you can choose
Which image to retain.
If left to me, t'would happy be,
And that's my true and plain.
Richard Higley © March 4, 2015
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