Who Knows

When I see someone freakin out all over the streets I see someone lost and confused. I see someone afraid. They could be afraid of many things. As for you I don’t know, don’t care what you see.

When I see a victim played in an abusive relationship I see someone confused, afraid, hurt, a lost soul Why I see this is that I was once there. I don’t know what you see. I see me.

When I see someone selling themselves on the corner, I see that, maybe that is all they may know in regard to themselves. That is the way they know how to survive. They may be trapped and can’t escape from the fantasy they live in. Once again I see me. I once was there.

When I see someone slicing their body up with razors or whatever, I see someone that may believe “hey, I’m scared inside so why not match it on the outside too.” Perhaps pain is all they know> who knows-who cares? I do cause I once was there.

When I see someone taking advantage of someone…I see. a power trip at someone else’s expense. That person may hurt inside and they are expressing their hurt they’ve learned over the years. What you see, who knows and who cares.

When I see someone that has an eating disorder, I see someone who worries what people may think or say about them. So they do all they can to watch their weight.
What you see, who knows, who cares.