• When you look in the moirror what do you see?
    A face framed by curls?
    Or one acsented by short spiky hair?
    A small mouth?
    Or full lips?
    None of that matters.
    You have to look deeper.
    I see a girl, bubbiling over with pride and joy.
    I see a boy, Sad and lonly as a broken toy.
    When I look in the mirror I see nothing.
    No curls or full lips.
    No one sad or happy.
    Just one who is nothing.
    A blank face with dead eyes.
    Limp hiar and wasted frame.
    One who betrays herself,
    regrets her life and most of all
    has nothing on her mind but trouble and strif