Often we are tested. By self, and by the constructed self, that judges self. What eyes do you see when you look past the eyes of the others perception? I feel movement in fear of their eyes. Their judgement. I have broken all the rules.  I refuse to play the victim of their fiddle's. ViolentI My self truth has been dealt a blow, because of misunderstood deeds. Usually the fight or flight nature. I always fought. I always won. On my terms. Often I mentally forced myself the victor. While others smirked because of their want of my demise. I have understood that I was led. Led towards myself. I don't play the fiddle of sympathy. I dance to a beat of self expression stemming from the crimes I endured. These aspects of understanding of truth, endured and entered self. I know of love. I was born. I have parents. I was crushed. I now am. And I am filled with love for all of love. The rest is your call. Mentally overcome those who make you question self worth SS O I am loved in ways i've never loved myself. These expressions of praise teach me how to have self worth...