THE MIRROR ON THE WALL
The mirror on the wall...
It tells me that I am beautiful...
I don't listen...
I move through the day...
Hoping one will find me...
I come home...
Hear the mirror on the wall...
Walk away...
No longer do I want to hear your lies...
No longer tell me I'm beautiful...
The mirror on the wall...
It shows me that I am beautiful...
I don't see...
I move through the day...
Hoping one will find me...
I come home...
See the mirror on the wall...
Walk away...
No longer do I want to hear your lies...
No longer show me I'm beautiful...
The mirror on the wall...
It carresses me with it's love...
Never ending it says...
Always beautiful it shows me...
My eyes are kind of pretty...
Sometimes...
No...
No longer do I want to hear your lies...
No longer carress me with your love...
The mirror on the wall...
It holds me with it's kindness...
Never ending it says...
Always beautiful it shows me...
I am beautiful...
All of the time...
Yes...
Yes I want to hear you say it...
Yes I want you to hold me with your kindness...
Because I am beautiful...
All writings are copyrighted and all rights reserved 2001 by Miriam Elizabeth McClure