Mirror

Photo by Ismael Sanchez

You.

Yes, you.

I can see the way you look at me when you walk by. You look at me with such disgust, misery, pity, resentment; like I’m the worst thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You act like I’m this huge failure and that I can’t do anything right. You act like I won’t amount to anything just because my dreams are a little bit different than the dreams of those around us.