I stare at the picture on the wall.
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My body begins to make a fall.
Dizziness surrounds my brain.
Nothing here, I can explain.
Without your image in my mind.
My eyes go blind.
Darkness, as I continue to stare.
Is that me in that little square?
My ever continuous soul,
Shortened with the lack of control.
I canít continue to live this way.
That image in the mirror, I have to stray.
A new beginning awakes.
I no longer want my life to be fake.
But the image I see
is nothing that can be guaranteed.
As time goes along,
I grow to become very strong.
Maybe not physically.
But more mentally.
The image in that mirror,
I can now stand, nothing in my life, I fear.
The mirror seems more compact.
My mirror no longer a contract.
I know my life has changed for good.
No longer misunderstood.
For my image is now clean.
Life, no longer obscene.