I look into the mirror and see the same.
An unattractive girl standing before me.
I have changed inside, more than once.
I put more effort into caring for myself.
The results are the same, I'm still just plain.
The outer me wants to look like a movie star.
The inner me wants to feel like I'm 21.
I look into the mirror, not looking any different.
Trying so hard to push myself.
Each passing day I stay afloat.
Careful about what I do now.
Cautious about what I eat.
This mirror of mine has left me beat.
Opened up for suggestions, ready for a change.
I get more demanding each day.
Escaping my old world, my old way.
Losing the pain, losing the weight.
This mirror of mine will pay.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
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