The Prison That Is My Mind
Everyday I look in the mirror
To see somebody else staring back
Could this really be me?
Beauty she sure does lack
Who I see
Is not who I feel
Yet she is me
Is she even real?
I paint on a face
To make the person I want
Yet it changes little
I still have nothing to flaunt
This person I have become
Is not what I imagined
Inside I'm here
But with no confidence am I impassioned
I feel sorry
For what I see
All I want
Is to look like me
My personality hides
And cowers away
I want outside
But I'm trapped and enslaved
But you help me
I'm breaking out
This is the happiest
I've ever been without a doubt
I see me
And what beauty she does behold
All this time
I only saw what was covering this gold
I've learned to love me
And this body in which I reside
You tell me you love me
And I know you'll be my guide
To find a way out
From the prison
That is my mind
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