Looking in the mirror,
not sure of what I see.
Is it my imagination
or is me?
I frown at the scars that mark my past.
I frown at the color of my hair.
I frown at the figure of my body.
And I smile at the things that are somewhat fair.
My heart aches at the lost that is there.
My smile fades as I realize I'm alone.
One night I cried waiting,
just waiting on the ring of the phone.
This is the night, I decide
I am done with all the crying.
I pick up the dress and make-up.
I'm finally going to be the one flying.
It didn't slow me down...
Last edited: 27 February 2011
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