It's scary,
To look at you this way.
I've never felt this alive.
This... capable.
I can see you. Clearer.
I used to not be able to feel.
I used to hate everyone.
To hate myself.
But now,
When I look at you,
At me,
At how I look at you,
I begin to wonder if...
Maybe everything's going to be okay.
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Target Audience
PoetryA book of poems; the deep dark depths of nothingness fill these pages, they can be a bit disturbing. Hopefully they reach the targeted Audience.