Eye of the Beholder
I see you standing in all your glory,
Not an angel, not a prize,
Something of far more value
Still you haven’t realised,
What your worth is to those around you,
You’re spoiled by your presence.
Spending so much time criticising,
You miss what, to all, is so transparent.
Stop looking into mirrors,
To see only what you despise,
The true reflection of you,
Can be seen within my eyes.
Daniel Zuppa
29/09/17
















