Judgement of the Soul


Take a look into my eyes
Now, tell me, what do you see?
Am I worthy of your pride?
Or maybe your pity
Or have I earned your loathing glare,
Just by being me?
Or, perhaps, a loving stare
For something unnoticed but key
Do you see my truest form,
Or one of my coats of paint?
Is the image you see of me
With or without taint?
If I show to you
The most core layers of my being
I am trusting you to not be repulsed by what you’re seeing.