In the mirror

In the mirror I see two brown eyes

or are they black like the night that hides all the lies

or are they a mixture of purple and blue

from the constant beating I take from you

I see a nose kissed by the sun

to ease the pain i'd run and run

I see bright lips, round and plump

a little too red, that's quite a big bump

keep looking down I see two arms

a line here a scar there but I swear I meant no harm

attached are two strong rough hands

calloused over from the things I can't understand

but beyond the surface if you could look underneath

there's the voice of a girl that lies just beneath

a voice that inside is screaming in rage

but forced down deeper each time in her cage

she's fighting  fight she knows she can't win

but to fight for what's right, is that such a sin?

choked down each time she tries to make herself heard

locked up again, sucks to be the caged bird

how long can the bird sing before it runs out of breath?

can it sing when all is wrong and all it can think are thoughts about death?

this voice inside me prays to break out

it's getting too tired to sing, too tired to shout

but in the mirror I still see it, into the heart if you stare

it's beaten and bruised but at least it's still there

get up little voice it's your turn to fight

and fight it does, with all of its might

odds are it'll lose and get beat to the ground

but that doesn't mean it won't still make a sound

maybe one day it'll be heard loud and clear

and not just be seen by me in the mirror.