Standing in front of this mirror, starring at an old reflection...trying to figure out when was the disconnection.
A face so smooth...a creamy caramel complexion
hair so long and lips so full, the object of every mans obsession.
Eyes so big and beautiful they can see in all directions
Got the good end of the genepool, the definition of perfection
But she is just a disguise I use for my own protection
protecting my soul against the demons that thrive for my affection
and never once did I stop to question...was I losing myself?
I used to love me until others began to hate
raping me mentally and physically until I couldn't escape...and the bars are cold and so is my plate
so I locked hands with the Devil and decided my fate
Head raised to the air enjoying my cake
wiping away the past and starting a new slate
the sex was so good it was almost more than I could take
loving my swim like ignorant fish bait
Friends are far worse than the enemies we face
he may say he loves you...but how easily you are replaced
and coffee may be bitter in taste...
but it opens your eyes to whose real and whose fake
and you find...
becoming like them only pulled you further into space
and you lose yourself and there is no trace...
of the person you were when you thought your life was such a waste
But staring into this mirror I realize...
I want to meet her and she wants to meet I..until we become one...and who we really are becomes our only disguise...that separates us from the fake harsh world.
