When I look in the mirror
I am confused by what I see.
Do I see me
or what others think of me?
I see what people have made me;
bits and pieces of themselves
swirled together to create
my sole being.
I see reflections of my mother's
gleaming inner beauty.
I see embedded hurt and pain
proving my existence.
I see the vulnerability of my eyes
which constantly deceive me.
I see that I am a great person
and can't understand
why others fail to notice.
I do not hide my true self,
but hesitate to show it.
I think of those around me;
guys with their seemingly simple lives
who struggle every day,
and the popular ones
who hide behind their image
to keep a good reputation.
I see little girls wearing revealing clothes
looking ridiculous trying to be someone else,
and the little boys mocking the girls
but hiding their true feelings.
I see wealthy people
who can't find true happiness
anywhere they look,
and humans deciding who lives and dies
when no one has the right to.
I see sorrow and corruption
surrounding the world
hoping to go back
to the way it once was.
As the rain slides down like tears
I am left alone with my thoughts
that rush all at once
with nowhere to go.
I don't know how to change
and I'm not sure I want to,
but I see suffering
and it rips me apart.
We need to be kind
and support one another.
People ask me why I take things so personally
when in reality,
which is the weirdest dream of all,
nothing is personal
because we are all in this together.
