On the wall
U know we can't look the best of all
Is our imperfections an mistake
That we have to cover up everyday.
Are we really in denial to have ourselves to blame
Or is it this ppin that won't seem to go away
We have to hide our feelings
Hurt our soul
Push back what we once known
But for whom though
Did the mirror break when it saw us cry?
because our imperfections are not an lie. By Ladoria Smith