Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall...

The mirror on my wall,
Doesn't show my reflection.
I've tried so hard to see it,
But all I see is their obsession.

It doesn't show who I am,
But, who they want me to be.
It shows me the lie I'm living.
But it never shows me, me.

Sometimes if I stare long enough,
I can see a fragment of whats real.
But lies blurr the image,
And I'm left with nothing else to feel.

But I'm tired of staring at that girl.
I want to see truth once again in my eyes.
I want to be who I really am,
After years of living this lie.

Tears are falling now,
The stone is gripped tightly in my hand.
Thrown with more force than I thought possible.
The truth I can now understand.

An image of perfection,
Shattered in the mirror.
But the reflection staring back at me,
Has never been seen clearer.