What do you see when you look into the mirrior?
Do you see yourself?

The true you?
Or, do you see what others see and say you are?

Sometimes its hard to tell the difference.
Do you like what you see?

Why?
Do you want to change it?
Why?

Do you wish you didnt see hurt and anger in the eyes looking back at you?
Why?

Pain makes us grow.
I wish i was still small.

There is little happieness without sadness.

when you look into the mirrior do you like what you see?
Do you like what you've done?

Look closly.
This person your seeing is you.
 
Copyright © depresedpoet16, All Rights Reserved