My reflection speaks to me.

He reminds me of the person I wish I could be

Twenty pounds lighter

A couple shades dark

Society’s perfect specimen.

I think of the person I could be

And with great disdain,

I look at the person I really am

I wish my flaws away.


How vain could I be,

To pray away my individuality

In order to be a deluded form of myself,

Who could face himself in a mirror?

And then...what would my reflection say?

I meet your gaze
You’re gazing at me
Am I supposed to say something now?
Are you even flirting?
Well, now this is awkward…

Please excuse me
And my inability
To understand the signs I’m supposed to know
I should be dark and swarthy
But God made me
just a little bit dorky
And nobody taught me
How to take these first steps
But if you give me half a chance
I could be half-way decent
At being the man you hope that I am
I’m working up the courage
And gaining the confidence
To finally say something to you
Because you, you are radiant
And I long to know you
But I don’t think I can

I’ll bottle my feelings this time
And walk away lonely
Next time for sure
Next time I’ll be brave
And I’ll know what to say
I’ll give you no choice but to love me…
Next time.

Can’t life be simple?
You walk one way
And I’ll walk another
I want nothing to do with you
Yet your face keeps popping up
I wish you would disappear
Cease to exist in my world
No I don’t ask for death
I just ask for an alternate route
I’ve tried changing lifestyles
Changing my ways
I’ve attempted changing myself
But either way I’m forced to see you
I’ve been down on my knees
Making bargains with the only man who knows
But his answers can’t satisfy my impatient heart
I can’t seem to get away
I could run
Yet with each step I’d be reminded of you
My hate would grow stronger
Until I couldn’t face myself
Trust me I’ve attempted a getaway
But you surrounded yourself with the people I love
No, I’m stuck
With you
The baggage I’ve tried to leave behind
It’s you
A secret I tried to leave six feet below the surface
But you come crawling back
The life I used to live

A young man, 19, the World waiting before him to be forever engraved by his most delicate breath.
A man unsure of his steps, ready to change the World
A man unprepared to succeed
Yet determined not to fail
He knows little of the harsh winds bound to bowl him over
He cares little of the precarious path etched ahead
At times he steps hesitantly, unsure of himself
And less often then he dare admit, he steps confidently, firm in his beliefs
Doubt grasps at his heart with every step
Stumbling with every half-hearted motion
He is not ready for what the World has to offer him
But the World will not wait.