Mirror
"I look at my face in the mirror, but it's not my reflection I see..."
i look at my face in the mirror,
but it's not my reflection i see
it's some stranger glaring back at me
she stares with accusing eyes
and i can feel the weight of the
world behind that pretty disguise
i tell her to smile, keep her head held high
don't let any of that ugliness on the
inside ever come outside
she asks me if she can cry, to which i regretfully deny
but this world is rough i say
to survive you must be strong
she rips the veil that i placed between us down,
and i see that she is just me
but a babe that knows nothing more
then unconditional love to all
saddened by my lack of play time
she touches my heart to remind me it's wild
implores upon me to hold her hand, perhaps even a tea party
i tell her, "we'll see," but then remember that
this is me, seeing me
there's nothing she can't see, that wide-eyed little me
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