You Scare Me (in Reflection)

When we first met,
you couldn’t see what I felt.
You scared me.

Painfully shy
more often than not.
I fear your rejection.

Quietly, I often sit
with first meetings.
I fear your judgment.

Waiting for you
to show yourself.
I fear making myself a fool.

Forcing myself to
speak from a script.
I fear saying something offensive.

These fears keep me
locked inside myself.
I fear your disapproval.

Until you show
me otherwise.
I fear you hate me.

In sitting down
in front of the mirror.
I see you in mine eyes.

Namaste.

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