*MY REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR.
The Mirror
I always wonder what you're thinking, when you look at me.
Maybe i would be happier, if I saw what you see.
For in that mirror everytime, theres only imperfection.
I don't concentrate on good things, only things that need correction.
I realize that appearances aren't everything, and though I've tried to change,
I always think the same old thing, I think you think I'm strange.
Someday I hope this all will go, And as the time does pass,
Maybe I'll learn to appreciate, the girl thats in the glass.
Teardrops
Lonely teardrops falling to the floor like rain.
Crying is how i spend my days.
I am slowly going insane.
Falling faster and faster,
slowly drowning in my ocean of tears.
My heart is broken and I am haunted by my fears.
Turning to my friends to help me pull through.
Living my life takes all the strength I have.
I know you can't see my tears or hear my lonely cries,
but sometimes if you listen you will hear me whisper, "Why?"
Maybe someday someone will set me free,
so that I can start living not for everyone else but me.
When that time comes I will no longer hide,
and my heart will have healed from all the tears that I've cried