Recovery

Called by many names.....
This foriegn since of happiness quashed by
Feelings of anxiety pain and anger.....
This what they all wanted for me, what I want for me.....
Why am I so bitter. Almost resentful. On hand this wonderful new clarity like a newborn seeing this amamzing new world......on thes ok de of this new univetse a whole new set of judgments await.....It almost srifling like a noose forced upon me by a concerbative society.....I can feel t he personal change that I can't help but love a new me emerging fro m the darkness...yet I still feel like turning away and running from this new found l o ve love for life.....because those same eyes that sa i d th i s o.j. s what they have wanted for me our now looking for the cracks thier almost certain will soon take over this new b u t scary good yet thought provoking.......
I can read it in thier eyes because.For some reason thier eyes tell the most most contradictict of stories.....
"She's lying, cant do this, why now".....
I search these eyes for the acceotance, approva l asnd pride. Then I see it love, pride and more happiness I couldve ever dreamed of.......
I look further into these very familiar brown too familiar ....I was looking into the only that hat have ever really mattered troughou t what seemed to be an impossible journey.....
I look closer and realise im looking into a mirror. 
Now I understand the only aproval in my that I needed was my own.