When you look at yourself in the mirror what do you see ?
Do you see who you wished to be?
As a kid you probably wanted to be a princess, a pirate, a doctor, a pilot
As a teenager you probably had dreams about a life with no worries
A life with success and no sorrow
When you look into the mirror what do you see, the person you expected to be?
Life is not easy, maybe for some
But for most of us that luxury never come
The image we paint while we walk through our years
Maybe happy, Maybe filled with tears
What do you see in the mirror, or did you shatter it to pieces
In order to push on the button to reset
I often ask myself why I never really look
I see my face, I see my body but I never really look into the mirror behind the physical image
When I look at myself in the mirror, I do not see my dreams, my hopes or myself
I see a wall, built to keep me safe from it all