The mirror never lies

I’ll glare until it reflects my lies back to me

My reflection has glared at me for hours now

I can’t decide if I’m a queen or a clown

Ferociously vengeful and devoid of my youth

My eyes have grown tired at the ripe age of 22

Wished on stars and comets and moons

Prayed on my knees and found lovers to lose

I’m tired, I’ve tried ever avenue

Nothing leads me back to what I so long for, A confidence that I’m secure, assured and shrewd

My body aches from this tedious marathon, I’ve clung to people who didn’t want to come along

Then cried out my innocence when they told me what I ignored for so long

“You’ll love me, just wait and see”

There curiosity forces them back for a minute, but they get bored and leave

My insecurity seeps into my veins

Bleeds out on my face and spells out the words

“You haven’t got what it takes”

What it takes to be loved, to be strong to be reliant,

Instead I’m broken, weak and defiant

My monsters come alive mid-afternoon now

Before they were too weak and lurked only in the dark shadows away from the crowd

I tell myself the person I see isn’t real infront of my eyes

But the tragic truth is… the mirror never lies