Mirrors
Locations
The mirror doesn't look like who I want it to be
I thought it would resemble the birds who ride the winds
I thought it would be free
When I hear them sing their song
I wish it were me
I've always envied their fantastic lives, you see
I've always envied the glow of a cat's eye in the dark
I'm even more jealous of roots and trees, and how they never part
I'm not as calm as a lake or as captivating as a rose
An angel? Why couldn't I have been one of those?
I do not have the focus of a horse, who keeps his eyes on his course
Nor am I as blessed as a peacock
With an appearance that makes the world stop
Instead, I am a host of imperfections
A troubled soul that tries to compensate for its anxiety
A sensitive soul that attempts to alter its emotions
A wanderer, in search of a path
A loner, in search of a companion
But only the mirrors know this
For they can't betray me
They can't take advantage of me
They wouldn't tell my secrets
For me, trust has been a tricky part of life
So I keep how I really feel between me, myself, and I