Standing in front of a mirror,

I see myself a bit more clearer.

Than anyone else I’ve known in past years,

I can’t let them see any of my tears.

Judgmental as they are,

They would never understand a scar.

Only looking from the outside,

They will never see the ways I hide.

My emotions never seep out at all,

As if I’m just a baby doll.

Maybe that’s how they really see me,

If only they would hear me plea.

For them to look deeper within than just looks,

Maybe then they would see they are the crooks,

Who took away my self esteem,

And all my courage to follow a dream.

Deep down I know they will never understand,

That I too, can be grand.

I see myself in the mirror now,

And I just think wow…

There staring back at me is a face,

I don’t see why it’s such a disgrace.

A face that does not show who I am,

Which shows that looks are just a scam.

They will never know I’m really kind,

Sadly, it’ll probably never cross their mind.

Maybe one day I’ll be able to lift this curtain,

And that… I don’t know for certain.