There's a person in the mirror
Who smiles at me everyday
Their hair messy and all over the place.
There's a person wearing my face.
And I still have yet to see that smile replaced
By my frowning disgrace for what is said to be beautiful.
You wouldn't know beautiful,
Even if it stared you in the face.
Yet here I stand,reflection back to back.
I wouldn't know beautiful? You say
As I claw at my skin and paint my face.
"What would I know,then?" I state
My body shadowed in decoration
And a smile as fake as the plastered paint on my canvas
"You don't know,happiness."
I agree with you my friend.
I wouldn't know happiness,because all I know is SIN.
Whether, I have faith or hope or love when in reality I suppose it doesn't matter.
"I'm sad" I say
Truthfully to be told, we all feel emotions and regardless of what mine are
You wouldn't quite care.
Because you're sad too.
So reflection, staring back at me.
Why aren't you smiling?
Face full of happiness,
Life full of purpose.
Well, simply..
"I'm not you."
Hm, I guess this is true.
-S
