What does she see
With her eyes on me
This shell of a man
Filled with insecurity
Broken and flawed
Paint pealed and chipped
On this meandering path
I’ve stumbled and slipped
The occasional scar
Etched upon my skin
Evidence of deeper wounds
Remain buried within
Hardly exceptional
In fact garden variety
Humbled and blessed
She sees me differently
With her eyes on me
This shell of a man
Filled with insecurity
Broken and flawed
Paint pealed and chipped
On this meandering path
I’ve stumbled and slipped
The occasional scar
Etched upon my skin
Evidence of deeper wounds
Remain buried within
Hardly exceptional
In fact garden variety
Humbled and blessed
She sees me differently
