Mirrors don't lie.
For they do know who you are.
You stood there naked,
Exploring yourself
Finding flaws and shedding pearls.
Unknown to you
That an angel resides there.
You happen to believe the myth
of a pseudo world,
Of your pseudo bliss
Not knowing you are more than
What you think
Or what they say.
They made you chase something
Non existing,
Your fragile self
You being abysmal
For they are living in denial
Of you to be the queen of power.
And from the darkest woods she comes
To wipe your tears,
To hold you tight
And to prove them wrong
Who says
You ain't perfect,
Giving you hatret
For she lives like your
Soul beneath
Ready to make your potentials shine
Which lies unrevealed.
