Do the trees think
They're not green enough,
Tall enough,
Or brown enough?
Does the sky feel blue
Because its not bright enough,
Clear enough,
Or High enough?
Looking into the mirror
Irony hits me
A mirror never lies
Yet it does
It tells me
Who I am
What I am
But it doesn't quite get me enough
It throws insecurities
Right at my face
And burries all my strengths
Traps me in its maze
Mirror never told me
That I can write
He never reminds me
I'm the apple of my parents' eye
Mirror doesn't say
That I can fly
Or Brighter than the sun
I can shine
No the sky never feels
that he's not enough
Nor does a tree
tries to imitate the other
A mirror never lies yet it does
It tells me who I am and what I am.
But forgets to remind me that
I AM ENOUGH.
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A Different Perspective
Poetrysometimes, all one need is to just tilt their head a little to the left, a little to the right and look at thing from a different perspective.
