January 3, 2011
I look into the mirror and I see a mess,
A broken heart,empty eyes,a torn dress.
An angel flys around me so beautiful and free,
I wonder silently to myself who must this angel be.
With her wings of white, her soft warm eyes, her heart warm as the sun.
I hear there oohs and awes, and in jealously the tears begin to run.
I want to be this angel, the one who everyone loves, beautiful and free
But I'm not I'm just me
Though now as I look into the mirror, I see her the beautiful angel,
I am her I realize, but she was hiden behind all the hate,tears and pain
Inside we are all beautiful angels,our wings and beauty hidden behind life hardships
Someday you will see your wings like others see in you, somday every look in the mirror will
not be in vain.

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