Samantha Bailie
Waiting
Image
Image
Outside the shadows, through the mirror,
is a replica of myself, i have dark brown hair, with red streaks down my face, with brown eyes,
wearing a mask, hiding behing this deguise,
Ashamed by the way I look, i don't face the truth
By how i feel it doesn't seem real
I hide by pictures, imagining i looked like those girls in those magazines, even though i know their fake,
I can take what is left of those scrapes down my arm, and throw them away
As I walk day by day, trying to find my way,
As i look in the mirror, it stares back at me, i pull strands of my hair,it hurts like hell, but I don't cares, drowning my sorrows, like it's no big deal,
it's like i havn't had a delicious meal ever since long ago,
I'm left alone, i'm shut out
Their ashamed of me, they can't stand to watch me suffer, as i sit and wonder if i could be better.
Am I beautiful?it's an image that everyone sees, to look at through the mirror,
Do i need a reason to feel beautiful, no because i'm beautiful inside my heart as i'm in the dark, but i'm happy.