Looking Glass

Who am I? 

Hard to say when i alway hid

A shell of who i truley am inside

But again...who am I?

Milliond of layer effect and reflet what I am

Like the many clolrs of my skin

I'm green with envy over things I can't have 

Blue with sadness of the tears I shed

Red with angerfy, but sometimes love 

Gold to match the successful stars above

Black for the ugly darkness that lurks behind

Hazel for the pain that never leaves my side

Yellow form being oh so shy but replaced with orange to shift the tides

Brown for the earthly greeds I was bestowed

Red once again for the pride i'd shown

All one simlpy has to do is pick up a looking glass and you'll see the true you.

My looking glass reflects ever thing thhat make s me, we'll...me

And that no one else i'd rather be.