The mirror doesn't look like who I want it to be

I thought it would resemble the birds who ride the winds

I thought it would be free

When I hear them sing their song

I wish it were me

I've always envied their fantastic lives, you see

I've always envied the glow of a cat's eye in the dark

I'm even more jealous of roots and trees, and how they never part

I'm not as calm as a lake or as captivating as a rose

An angel? Why couldn't I have been one of those?

I do not have the focus of a horse, who keeps his eyes on his course

Nor am I as blessed as a peacock

With an appearance that makes the world stop

Instead, I am a host of imperfections

A troubled soul that tries to compensate for its anxiety

A sensitive soul that attempts to alter its emotions

A wanderer, in search of a path

A loner, in search of a companion

But only the mirrors know this

For they can't betray me

They can't take advantage of me

They wouldn't tell my secrets

For me, trust has been a tricky part of life

So I keep how I really feel between me, myself, and I