Eye of the Beholder

I was honest yesterday

about how I feel

like I have nothing important to say.

That I am scared that others are secretly judging me all the time.

And someone said that my words are beautiful.

That I have beautiful things to say

and that they want to hear what I have to say.

That my joy is contagious,

and people want to be around me.

I haven't felt that way in a long time,

but hearing that other people see me this way

made me want to see myself that way too.