I look in the mirror and I see her
She looks unhappy, torn
Look deep into her eyes
Can you see past her front?
Do you see her smile?
Can you read her thoughts?
Struggling to be someone else
Always trying to be like another,
Never her true self.
Can you see her pain?
All the rejection?
Her silent tears?
It's no wonder she tries to be like another.
But who can help?
Will people except her the way she is?
No,
They haven't.
They want another
Not her.
She can't be another,
Nor can I.