I spend my days looking through a looking glass trying to find a place to call my own.

Days come and go and there’s nothing to show…. and the shame of not belonging tears at my aching heart

… filled with dread and the pain of the scorching flames of my soul I struggle to discover what my destiny really is.

The skies are empty holding nothing but the rain,

and

the grounds are dry and shallow nothing but dust and ash

… holding my looking glass close I yearn to be there inside in a place filled with laughter, love , and peace, but I keep walking

…. hoping to find  even the smallest of signs telling me that I’m alright

… I’ve waited my whole life to know where I belong and I try and try reaching for what I can not see

Everything I know is in my looking glass and there’s nothing I can do but wait

wait… and wait….until I find that place …

I wouldn’t even care if I disappeared

even there I would be somewhere….

I’m incomplete, lost and unwanted …

…….looking through my looking glass……