I walked the house of many mirrors, many eyes, many tears.
Many sullen faces of those who grieve, and those who believe.
See these ones who love you? my soul calls to me, this burden be
a hardship I always fought, and gave in; bought.
Look at yourself. the voices cry, but I deny.
Tears burn my eyes, stake at the core, nothing more,
but to see my life in anothers eyes, anothers twisted, maybe simple ties.
Then a story, flashed before me, a feel of glory.
You are beautiful. she says.
Beautiful.
Am I beautiful? Beautiful?
...Beautiful?
But this is a mirror, filled with many sullen tears,
My heart breaks, and causes my soul to shake.
A voice speaks from within and told me,
let gladness win.
She longs for my embrace, and in this moment we chose not to waste.
Look within my eyes, I speak to her soul, and her tears become whole.
If I am to be, I will be the sun in your world of rain, so that you never grieve again.
Someone tell me, who I am, and if I'm damned.
But I am not condemned, or a figment, or pretend.
I am human, just asking for someone to care, someone to be there.
A life of pain, abuse, and personal gain.
From my shadows, in this world of rain, I can never hide again.
Myself, I can not hide, although I cry, I look inside,
Maybe I am beautiful after all. my soul calls out, sore, forevermore.
And yet again, I walked the house of many mirrors, many eyes, many tears.
And some of those tears are my own, always shown, no matter where I go.
©LJ
13 April, 2013
