You look in the mirror,
You have an image to maintain.
But it is difficult,
Difficult to be someone you are not comfortable being,
Unless you go insane.
You look in the mirror,
You have a good body,
The kind of body that isn't skinny
That isn't beautiful
But it's normal, with an okay stomach
And a nose that isn't runny.
You look in the mirror,
And grimace.
It's not who you want to be,
You want to be healthy, muscular,
STRONG.
Then why are you hiding under that average skin?
You want to accept yourself before
They accept you,
As someone you are not
As someone you don't want to be.
You look in the mirror,
And sob.
They see a fair lady,
You see something they can't,
The oozing black sinful blood seeping from every pore,
The insecurities, jealousy, hopelessness and unhappiness.
How can they love someone you are without knowing the real you?