Listen to them, the human mirrors.
They'll show you your blind spots-
Underlying issues and fears.
Insecurity and beauty, they walk hand in hand.
The saddest are the pretty, don't you see all the tears?
She confessed- I just can't stop picking at these scabs on my face.
Learn to knit, I suggest, anything to keep those fingers away.
She said- I just need to smash all those god-**** mirrors.
They remember my faults, then I tally my years.
Societal misconceptions projecting hate on your skin.
Get away from that mirror, find someone who's not dim.
Break away from the cycle, don't forget your true worth.
You'll get in your own way, the same boat I was in.
Pegged as a stoner by a man I'd just met.
He could see it in my eyes, how they're half-opened and red.
I told him I'm exhausted, that too often I fret.
There's no way you're that tired all the time, is what he had said.
To hell with it- I blow trees, I take dabs, I love a good trip.
It's just an escape, though, from the state I was in.
Self confidence, I found, in a voice begging to be heard.
Not my mom's voice, but mine- Disappointment's just a word.
Even funhouse mirrors can be as colder than snow.
Human mirrors know empathy, inner love, they will show.
