I look in the mirror and cry, beacuse what I see isn't perfection.
I see flame and blame in the eye,
someone who can lie and not care. I see guilt in the throat, that had clearly been choked out of the truth. I see bruises on the face, with out a trace of why it was done. But most of all, all I feel is hurt and pain, and see only the bad. I wish that just someday I could be glad for who I am.
