You're Not Alone

January 18, 2017

Two eyes staring back as I

Routinely do as I'm told.

Persuasion I have none, But

My influence will become

More evident as you get old.

I am worshiped more than God,

Looked at more than passing time.

I can see your true colors

When we are together, but

I remain a paralysed mime.

Some say I'm lucky to have

A fashion show just for me.

Nobody realizes

The tears and pain I witness,

Here constrained to my front row seat.

I scream out voiceless nonesense

Only hoping you can hear.

But a different Voice has

Overcome your thoughts, one who

Claimed to make problems disappear.

Problems only turn to fear.

Insecurity lurks about.

You'll make any change to silence

That Voice inside your head, just

Hoping you'll figure it all out.

I need to find a way out

To save you from all these lies.

It is hurting me to see

You question life, cut your skin,

And hold back tears in weary eyes.

The Voice is wrong. Dont listen

To it's degrading nature.

You don't need to follow trends

Or wear excessive make up

To avoid being a failure.

If you clean me up you may

Be able to see clearer,

That you're beautiful without

Any change in your appearance.

But what do I know, I'm just a mirror.

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