She sees a reflection,
She sees what’s wrong;
There are two eyes but there is no sight.
Her mind is full,
But her heart is empty;
There is just beats that have no melody.
Her skin is worn,
Her body is torn;
To her she sees only that of false hope.
After she battles,
There is still a war;
She falls & slips losing all her grip.
It’s a mirror that stirs clear,
Of revealing the truth;
Her denial so strong.
If I tell you a secret,
Can you keep it?
She’s beautiful, she’s strong & she is loved.