The Mirror Infront of Me

The face of an angle reflect in the mirror. With wise eyes that can see a smart mind With a big heart that can feel a warm spot A real touch that can feel the death of a rose Is that really me ? do i really look this way ? I am beautiful I am strong I make mistakes i am wrong I fear this mirror that i see This big mirror infront of me With a hard punch, the mirror cracks Pain and brocken smiles reflect back I dont except this feeling This pain inside, theres no healing Bloody nuckles and soft wet tears Mirror mirror dont look at me