Mirror Mirror

I’m tired of looking in the mirror and hating what i see, I’m tired of looking at a reflection of someone that isn’t me.

I’m tired of seeing a different me than what I see in my head, while I love my heart inside I wish this body were dead.

They say that beauty is found in the eyes of the beholder, but how come every time I look in the mirror my heart feels colder

How come I imagine myself as beauty and light but when I stare at my reflection I see dimness and fright.

Fear of every crossroad that may lie ahead, too much chaos to let too many of my tears shed.

A dull candle still struggling to keep a small flame, but inside my fire roars like the engine to a train.

I’m tired of seeing my beauty through the eyes of another soul, you see my bright and shining flame I see my ashes burnt like coal.

Im tired of having to squint to see the light at the end of every road, with every good thing I receive comes a debt that I now owe.

The good I give for free is given back to me with a price, I would give up my whole meal and in return get one slice.