I wrote this around ten years ago when I had just come out as an FTM Transsexual, its basic but its sad and its angry.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
I don’t see me at all
It can’t be right, It can’t be true
Your reflection makes me blue
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I’m just not handsome after all
You show me things that cannot be
Surely this vision isn’t me
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Do you really see me at all?
I search but I cannot see
The image that is really me
About the Creator
Lewis Stan Jacobs
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I am slowly building my own business which will offer hypnotherapy, reiki, tarot and coaching. At the moment I am offering tarot readings.
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