The Mirror
I look in the mirror
Not sure what I see,
Not sure if it's me.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know what I can be.
Nothing makes sense to anyone
Why I do what I do.
It's so obvious.
I guess I've shield it for too long,
Smiling, laughing, acting strong.
If they only knew
I was so angry, I was so hurt
If only they knew how lost and scared I was
A lost girl, all alone
With only faith to keep her strong.
Wiping the tears and smilng as if nothing is wrong.
That was the old me.
The way I used to think.
I look in the mirror
And now what I see
A young women finding her way.
Setting my path to dominate.
I will inspire and invigorate.
And show the despairing another way
My past will only fuel me
for the extraordinary deeds ahead
When all that I have overcome
Is used to an advanatage
That mirrior will be reflecting me.
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