Chapter 54: eye to eye.

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there's something I recently experienced

it's about

how do you appear to others

I know

some just see me as the gay girl

some read my poetry

some know I'm pretty clever

others rarely heard my name

it's like

he thinks I'm highly confident

she believes

I just crave for control

than I ask myself

who knows you the best?

and

who is even supposed to know you best?

and

even though I got an answer the minute I thought about it

I didn't come to the conclusion I wanted

there's supposed to be one person in the world who knows you

and I am afraid that the answer I always had was terribly wrong

one person who knows my smile in university, the one I have at home  and the thoughts I have when I talk about the nerdy things

there is supposed to be one human being who knows that I am able to cry someone who knows the sound of my pain

I am talking about being familiar with my habits and flaws,

with fears and questions I am used to avoid

it's somebody who tries to see me as myself and actually seems to fail through the years

if you read this

I want you to understand that there is only one answer to this question

who knows you best

and

this

is

you

I mean it

the one person who led you through the lonely nights

the one who felt all your nervousness

a friend who knows your scars

cause she held the knife too

I don't know if it sounds crazy

or lightly depressed

maybe it is, but

think about it

I know you've got good friends

the ones who feel like family

some of you fall asleep next to their loved ones

next to someone who loves you in a way you're sometimes unable to love yourself,

but that's my point this night

it's not about being in a relationship

it's not about having a soulmate

or simply meeting someone who seems to understand

I am just talking about the fact that there are dozens of versions of myself out there

and they may be true, may be wrong

maybe they are just a part of one big picture

the thing is

I know I won't ever fit into any picture in this world or elsewhere

I am too curvy for that,

too chaotic,

too strange and complicated

I can't be a picture

cause my colours are changing tides too often

I couldn't ever be something steady

I feel too wild, too open-minded to take a seat and let my life just happen

I mean

I change my mind about being alive more often than I should

how am I supposed to say who I really am?

I've heard about identity

about g.h. mead and others

I know that me,myself and I will always have to discuss a few things in life

and I am okay with that

I've just come to the conclusion

that I always thought I need something to guide me

someone who looks into my eyes and sees my true self

honestly

I don't know if anyone ever had

but I did it

I did it at myself

and to be honest

it literally scared the hell out of me

I placed myself in front of a mirror and looked into my eyes

I called out my name

I called out my name twice

and after a while I saw myself looking at me and I felt something that I've never ever felt in my life before

and I cried

I cried like a freaking baby at birth

I nearly collapsed

cause

there was everything I am always unable to put into words

I realized how long I ignored myself

I realized that I punished myself for years, I kept myself shut

I did so many horrible things

I acted exactly like everyone who hurt me so much

I looked at myself

finally saw what I did

and

suddenly

there was so much regret

you wouldn't believe how sorry I felt

but then

I knew exactly what I am supposed to do

I can see it

in the sparkle of my eyes

what you are supposed to do is something nobody can tell you

you know yourself best

so

what are your eyes telling you?