I Am What You See

My name might be something that most people want to hate. I am that which no one sees but sees through to the other side. I know what I can be, but that holds me back to what everyone else wants me to be. I am nothing but the surrounding air that elapses into a cause of nothingness.

However, am I not something that can be watched through the chapters of life? I have my own story, my own tale to answer to and there is the fact that no one but me can stand what is seen in the mirror. I have scars riddled across my body and I am mutated by the simple defect of birth. Do you like what you see now?

I can be told that life is a mystery, and that mystery is the fact that itself is unknown. However, I can tell you this:

I am what you see.

Reviews

[Lady leah]

Very nicely penned piece, great write.