We've all learned about angels,
The celestial myth.
But we don't seem to realize,
That they can be people we're with.

They're with us when we're born.
But usually not there when we die.
They take care of our injuries.
They hold us when we cry.

Sometimes they're good.
Sometimes they're bad.
Sometimes they comfort you when you're sad.

They're different for each of us,
We all have the chance to be one.
They are unique, yet share the same qualities.
Qualities that sometimes make them fun.

And yes, there are times when you hate them.
When you want them to leave you alone.
But there are always times, when no one cares.
When they're the only one to throw you a bone.

They aren't perfect,
But no one is.
They're known as your mother,
*And right now, someone who deserves a kiss.

When you look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Someone strong and beautiful,
Someone happy and free?

Someone alone in the world,
Someone who looks like a fright,
Someone who curls up alone in their bed at night?

Do you see beauty?
Do you feel disgust?
Do you see someone
Whose life has gone to rust?

I see strength and sadness,
Loneliness and freedom.
I see someone who lives
In a forgotten kingdom.

You see what you want,
From the mirror you look at.
But others see different,

They don't see 'fat'.
They don't see 'ugly'.
They don't see 'dumb'.

They see 'strong'.
They see 'unique'.
They see things you cannot see,
No matter how hard you blink.

So don't trust your mirror,
No matter what you find.
For your looks in the reflection
Are all in your mind.

People watching is interesting,
At least most of the time.
As long as you don't find yourself
Watching a crime.

There are short people.
Tall people.
Large people.
Small people.
But that's only on the outside.

For if you look deeper in,
If you glance a little longer than accepted,
You'll see something
You may not have expected.

Are they happy?
Sad?
Are they in a good mood?
Are they horribly mad?

Do they love the person next to them,
With a burning of desire?
Or would they rather instead
Light that person on a pyre?

You can people watch,
All day and all night.
But I warn you that what you see
Might cause you a fright.

Standing.
Watching the people pass by.
Their lives all going different places.
Though all of them will find time to die.

There is a book, somewhere.
That holds the answers to life.

It explains why we live,
It explains why we die.

It explains every question thought and spoken.

But no one will ever find it.

Because if someone found a book like this,
A book with all of the right answers, all of the correct reasons,
How would that person continue?

The book of life can't be found.
Because if it is,
We will lose our most valuable possession.

*Creativity.

Have you ever looked behind your door?
Under your bed?
In your closet?
And for what?

Do you search for a horrifying monster?
With fangs and fur and glowing eyes?
Do you see it, sometimes?

In the foggy recesses before sleep in your mind?
And can you be certain if it’s real or just another dream?

But what if this monster looks different?
What if it looks perfectly ‘normal’?
What if it lives in your house?
What if it teaches you?
What if it loves you?

*What if it is you?

In history class, we learned about witches.
About them being hunted down.
We were told this was all a misconception.
That true witches were never to be found.

But I know the real truth,
The one everyone says is wrong.
That while witches may be fake,
The witch hunts are still going strong.

I am not as naïve as you believe.
You look at me and you do not see what I see.

I see fire.
I see hate.
I see love.
I see fate.

I see things you cannot imagine.
I think thoughts you cannot think.
You believe you know me well.

*But that is a lie, and it is weak.