Don't Look at Me
When I gaze in the mirror,
I cringe and turn away.
Must I look the way I do
Every single day?
I yell too often, speak too loud,
My voice is all too low.
And yet I walk around and smile
A broken heart in tow.
I wish that I could trust someone,
Someone who could ease my pain.
But when I risk, I draw back.
They are less constant than the rain.
I don’t know where I’m going,
Only where I’ve been.
I’ve escaped the fiery furnace,
I’ve survived the lion’s den.
When the tears come
Like soldiers, in a line,
They stab me with their swords of truth.
Their commander’s name is mine.
Looking at the girls around me
There is just too much to bear.
I wonder why, why, why?
Why do I even care?
Why do I hold on desperately
If I know I’m going to fall?
Why try to hold the army in
When I know it’s me they’ll maul?
Someone come and rescue me!
From this dark and dreary place.
But, stranger, do take care
Do not look at my face.
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