Mirrors | Dayle M.
I look in the mirror,
and hear your voice.
Beautiful, wonderful, perfect,
but then I hear the voices from the dark,
fat, ugly, disgusting.
Why does he try to bring me down when I want up
Why dies evil try to take over good
Why can’t I see what you see?
I just can’t be what you want me to be…
Instead I hide behind this dark veil
so you cannot see me fail you again.
I can no longer pray to you
but I still hear your voice when I look in my mirror.
Just this morning I could hear: “My child, words cannot harm you,
you may be fragile.
Be we made your heart strong.”
So, I took off the darkness, then I saw me,
only me,
and I then knew what a real mirror could do.
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