I look in the mirror and I see a broken person
My reflexion looks at me with uncertainty
Or maybe its my mind
making me believe that I’m unworthy
My reflection Has it’s own personality
But the mirror is not my reality
When I wake up I see pain I see self inflicting insecurities
The thing about a reflection is it can be a beautiful thing, it could make you see that you’re enticing but my reflection is of what somebody sees in me that’s the easiest way to be manipulated and trapped
I’m. Angry at you no
I’m angry at myself no
I’m angry I’m not where I wanna be No I’m angry for helping you no
I’m angry that I didn’t put myself first.
Reverse anger