I woke up this morning and took a look at my face
What a discrace!!!
The cuts an my body and the scars on my face show the pain that you’ve put me
through.
The changes in your moods go back and forth like the changes in the tides.
One day i’m a beauty the next i’m a beast.
You put on you front when you walk through the door hoping no one will
see the true you.
You act like you don’t care whether they talk or not but under your mask it burns
and you yearn to be accepted.
You come home at night and sit in front of me for hours poking and prodding at your
beautiful face.
It’s so sad that you dont see what i see, that you are a glorious young women
with thousands to offer.
It’s hard to believe that we’re one in the same, that when you come home i’m
the mirror image that you see.