Liar, Liar

June 26, 2013

I see my beauty in the reflection of the water

Move my hand through the murky liquid my appearance is altered

I can be anyone I want to be

It’s so easy to change myself, my identity

Most go to the salon, and pick a style from a book

Whereas I change mine by simply running my finger through the brook

Ripples give my face wrinkles

And I’m a youth once more, when the water is stilled.

Yet tears still form in my eyes

Because I realize that the water lies

The images are not a reproduction

They’re just simply what pleases me, my longed for identity

All it does is shows me disguised

Like an irriguous Mirror of Erised,

I see the things I want to see,

Forgetting that my life is mapped out perfectly.

Kicking and screaming I let out my anger

Splashing the water that so frustrates me

I cannot live to face the danger

They’ll kill me if I be who I want to be

I won’t take what the water gives me,

If what the water gives is falsehoods;

Whether I’m fat, skinny, beauteous, or ugly,

I’ll take my chances with who I am, Leaving this place for good.

Goodbye to all who try to change me

Mold me out of clay

Here’s the middle finger for all to see

My individuality, it’ll never fade away

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