When I look in the mirror all I want to see, Is nothing but plain old me. When I raise my eyes I see a stranger, My hear beats fast as if there were danger. Should I pull from my eyes the hair? My hands shake, do I dare? Who’s eyes are those? Almost as strange as those toes. I’m buried deep inside, Almost as if I died. What would it take to make me alive? In the cool deep water I could dive. To wash away all the fake, And raise the social stake. What if they don’t like who I am? And block me out just like a dam. I don’t know if I could bear, Then I think, why do I even care? No one tells the waves what to do in the sea, So why should they tell me? I will step into my own, Even if I do it alone.
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