Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
which me, that I see,
is the clearest of all?
The best of me that I choose to see,
or the ugly me, that I hate to be?
The one who hides inside of me,
or the man I share so proudly?
Less and less as these days pass
can I stand my reflection in the glass.
Bits and pieces of this bolstered pride
are feeling more disillusioned on the inside.
The man inside the mirror,
fears to meet me eye-to-eye.
Hate, anger, pride…
All feelings stored behind a crumbling dam…
The flood gates open; let it pour…
Time to transform those twisted thoughts
to support the half of me,
I fear I’m not.
With light, love and positivity,
to be good to others,
and to be good to me.
To change the man in the mirror I see,
and to meet that gaze contentedly.
No more hesitation,
nor personal degradation.
These broken pieces must be mended,
to elevate an injured soul transcended.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall…
Show me there’s some innocence behind it all…