Mirror On the Wall
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the most mentally flawed of them all?
That title belongs to me
The thing is, I no longer care when they judge what's wrong with me
Bullied, made fun of and ridiculed
Forgotten, abandoned and made to feel invisible
Pain, torture, and conflict, my life's been difficult
Poetry uplifted me from being miserable
Depression, bipolar and anxiety
Heartbreak, flawed views, thinking suicidally
I put it all in my poetry, I don't care for privacy
I should be ashamed, but that's not a side of me
Pouring a brandy as I pour my soul on the page
Bleeding from the pen, I began to enjoy being lost in the maze
I held anger close, I fell in love with pain
I hate the sunshine, I love the rain
Myself, depression, bipolar and anxiety were the complete circle
But I need to leave them in order to beat hurdles
Realised I had to cut my side chicks off to find the one
You can't just buy a new clock when your time is done
Self-harm scars covered with tattoos, I'm 6 years free
Talk to myself, because when I asked for help, no one could hear me
Or they did and chose to ignore
I'll find a way to complete the picture, even though they broke the jigsaw
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I embrace being the most mentally flawed of them all
I know that title belongs to me
I love everything that's wrong with me
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