Monday, August 12, 2019

One Day Breaking Glass will Sound like Freedom...

I'm walking in this hall of mirrors
The reflections change with each step

Some mirrors are broken, some are dirty and some are missing.
I turn to look and I see a little girl staring back at me

She is innocent, unstained from this world
She has yet to know what pain will ravage her heart

I turn to the next one
The same girl now a teenager
She's been bullied
She's been bruised
Her eyes red from tears
Her hands red from blood

I slowly turn to the next one
Here I am
I see who I've grown into

I could be weak, but I am strong
I could fall apart, but I am whole
I could be happy, but I am sad

The past haunts me
The pain has tainted me

I am still here
I never thought I would be

Endless mirrors line my way
Reflecting
Projecting
Ideas of who I am and who I want to be

One day I'll break the ones that hold me back
One day breaking glass will sound like freedom

I've never been the pretty girl

Have you ever felt pretty? Could you describe the feeling to me? I've never been the pretty girl I've never been the anything-girl I...