The Mirror
I
look into the mirror...
What
do I see..?
There
is but a stranger...
Looking
back at me...
I
stand here and look...
For
hours trying to find...
The
beauty...
That
others tell me is mine...
But,
it really doesn't seem to matter...
Just
how long I stare...
I
just don't see it anywhere...
Instead
I see...
Everything
I try to hide...
There
is a deep haunted look...
That
I see in my eyes...
I
really see alot more than I want too...
I
see through my soul...
I
see the real me...
Beautiful
is not the way I feel...
How
can they think...
What
they see is real..?
I
am not the one... that I appear to be...
The
person on the outside...
Is
not really me...
I
am the one that hides with great fear...
That
few people see...
Or,
ever get near...
I
hide behind these walls...
I
hide who I am...
While
I try to pretend...
That
I just...
Don't
give a damn...
black
widow