Poems from BrittHugh

Mirror, Mirror on the wall Why do I hide behind a mask and walls? If I were to show the real me, would people run? Would they stay with me...
Strange, different, unique Words people use to describe me But this is far from reality or at least so I believed Looking in this mirror...
Standing behind the curtain I look out and see white porcelain staring back at me Now I know for certain There is nothing here  for me...
Can you see the light in a thunderstorm? Can you see the beauty in the rain? Can you feel His presence? reaching for you through the pain...
Thought I might be a simple girl my life is full and is in a contstant twirl. Nothing is ever as it seems, or so the saying goes but in...