Many times I see fear
For those around me it is clear
Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here
Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror
Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...
I still don't seem flawless withot a broken mirror.
I've been happy, I've been heartbroken, and even filled with fear,
Why can't they see I'm a woman, a person, a soul-filled creature?
They ignore, scoff, laugh, torture
but they can't see what I see in my mirror.
I can see them, as well as myself the image is dear.
You see, we are all beautifully broken, flawlessly here.
The you and us becomes we're in my broken mirror.