Versions Of Me

There are a lot of versions of me all around.
Some are square and some are round.
For some I am the enemy.

Evil,vile.
For others I am the remedy.
The ability to heal loneliness after a while.

For some I am evil.
But look deep into my heart.
Look closer,there is a crack.

For some,I am the hero.
A superhero that saves the day.
For some I am still a child.

As my soul go out and play.
For one I am lazy.
To sane people I am crazy.

Maybe even a waste of space.
And life is trying to force me into a faster pace.
But look into my eyes,what do you see?

All around,so many versions of me.
Do you see a broken girl as sweet as can be?
When I was younger,some called me a witch.

Mute,or even crazy.
But they hadn’t seen the way I stitch.
All the scars and wounds,all alone.

One day,I met somebody new.
To them,I was beautiful.
Soft,sweet,loving and tender.

He made me remember,that you can’t always please everybody.
To those who don’t know me,I am a nobody.
But if you just patiently stay.

We will heal together the whole way.
And you will see me as sweet,nice and polite.
Growing up,to people I had many roles.

First the witch,then the healing stitch.
To the loving,kind potential lover.
Growing up,moving on got harder.

But people began to perceive me more as loving and kind.
I found better company,no longer blind.
It won’t be easy to find somebody else like me.

Tell me,how did you see me?
When we just met?
When I soaked in the rain,hair wet?

I look at all my versions of me and take a deep breath.