Life

Glancing in a mirror at your horrid, horrid self,
Neglected, alone, as if an old book upon a shelf.

You see the world pass by you through the night and day,
Dramatic and predictable, it all seems like a play.

Never known for who you are but what you represent,
Your true self is down to earth but they think you’re heaven sent.

Around and around you spin, drowning in your own tears,
Always hated, always frightened, afraid to face your fears.