The Psychology of Imagery

I am not fooled by what is before me

I know of those who 'LOVE' to see-

Deception does bring joy to these

But I am bothered spiritually

Fools love the psychology of imagery

psychology because it's only in their mind

imagery; only what the outward appears to be

and this can work for-or against but only

for a matter of moments-Have hope

Believe

I know I am imperfect, I have 29.5 years of life to prove it

But I learned recently that

I don't have to live down to the expectations

others have for me because of who

THEY perceive me to be.

Outside, I am a hot mess

Impetuous, emotionally a wreck, I talk too loud

I don't know how to dress

I used to be a street chick

Hang with all the rough necks

Boosting cars was like just something I would do for kicks

But I also have some good qualities like-

I can keep a secret; 

I have a prayer life; 

I know I love my husband

I try my best to be a fully submitted wife.

I put others before myself- 

I don't gossip

-anymore-

No matter how many times I have fallen

I am scrappy I get back up for more

and there has been progress-I am becoming more.

Some of us just take longer.

On the other side,

I know a story where the outward perception

caused a deeply wounded spirit

Because one had an appearance 

of being real-their 'realness' did not hit past the subcutaneous

The less pleasing to the eye and senses

was wrongly judged a liar-

But, God witnessed.

We, you, me, he, she-

get so torn up about 

what we see-how they see me-how can I be perceived more favorably?

We all blank canvases walking around hoping

Someone will notice we have

outstanding qualities.

We get so caught up with false psychology

when we know what we think and feel

can deal deceptively

Yet we rely so strong on childish things

Rather than wonder: 

WHO IS IT THAT THIS ARTIFICIALITY IS GONE PLEASE?

Is He pleased with the way I scorn her in my mind?
Is He pleased if I can fool others into thinking I am living right?
Because no matter what when we turn off the light

the psychological, invisible, makeup which we've so carefully applied

Is no longer visible to anybody but our minds.