Do they like my smile, I share, the one I give for free
Do they like my hair long, or short, or coloured so
What about my clothes I wear, perfect, or a No
I’d spend my time comparing, what reflection, I should see
Should I be a somebody, or happy, with just me
Hard work became, reassurance sought, can I be loved, so true
Instead of having happy days, depressed, feeling so Blue
My mirror, told me so the truth, this I did believe
I saw my hair, with crooked kink, my clothes I wore, no flare
I tried to smile, felt awkward in mirror, not natural through
My eyes were dull, not dancing, by believing, in the Blue
One day, this changed, accept I did, I loved me, as I am
The words no longer telling me, keep changing, to be found
In mirror, smiling, perfect smile, accept my kink in hair
Instead of Blue, see beauty, the one, which always there
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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