My reflection,
who I see and who I am are different.
Fear that it will never show
who I am on the inside.
What do people see?
Does it really matter?
Why do they judge me?
Should it not matter?
So much love to share with the world,
despite how upside my world is right now.
Feeling forgotten with time,
why am I so forgettable?
Reaching out to my reflection,
the image starts to ripple.
Perspective changes,
what I see is just a mask...
Hiding behind, in fear of being seen again.
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