Mirrors
A mirror.
Most people have one hanging in their room
Keeping them hanging on each flaw they see
Why I let it keep hanging there, keeping me behind its surface
I will never know
Society solely sees the sorrowful reflection that I portray
People don't see the real me because I don't see the real me
Withme aggravating and antagonizing myself
How could I be me?
I am a mirror image of myself
But, it's time to break free
Take the shatters of the remains of this reflection
and put it back together again
Where I can put the real me together for the first time
Then, the world can stop seeing my mirrored image
And, start seeing the me who laughs at the corny jokes
The me that genuinely cares if you have a bad day
The me that can't wait for the future
I can now forget the past of looking at my flaws
And, look forward to the future that allows me to embrace them