As I look into a lying mirror,
I see a young innocent girl,
She appears perfectly normal,
She's confedent, She's happy,
She's loved, She's admired.
She has no brusies, no scars, nothing that would make you think she was differant.
But I know this girl very well,
I know she suffers every waking day of her life,
I know she's insecure, she's miserable,
She's unloved, She's hated by many.
She does have brusies and scars ,but they're buried deep under her skin.
She is not normal at all.
I only know her so well because, she is me,
and now I look soulessly away,
Because I don't want to see anymore of the lies this mirror has to tell. |