As she stares in the mirror through hazy grey eyes
The only thing she see’s
Are the imperfections of perceptions of the world starring back at her
“Can I be beautiful?”
Like a gloss coated picture or a digital screen
The portrayal of a perfection
As she dies that little more inside
Cries those tears that she tries to hide
“Why can’t I be beautiful?”
As she stares through hazy grey eyes
The perception of the world
It’s sinking deep in her mind
With these feelings and shadowed thoughts
Her world slows down for a minute or maybe more
Her vision lags, her skin crawls
What does this life have in store for her?
Like a gloss coated picture or a digital screen
The portrayal of a perfection
As she dies that little more inside
Cries those tears that she tries to hide
“With the thought, why can’t I be beautiful?”
“Why can’t I?”
Bring me the pseudo mirror and watch me shine
Open up my wings and soar through the skies
Dancing in sweet spring of hope and through the clouds
Repairing broken bridges of thoughts I might once have had
“Open up my wings, I wish that I had”
“Why can’t I be beautiful?”
As she stares through hazy grey eyes
The perception of the world
Is sinking deep, deep in her mind....."
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