Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror
On the wall,
Why do I feel
Uncomfortable?

Myself I can't stand,
As so my ugly hands,
When I go and look at you,
I see a struggling  man.

Why must I conform
To  this massive storm,
Of the world against me,
I wish to badly turn,

Turn me into a child,
So frail and wild,
Let me revisit the glory days,
And have fun a little while,

Please don't stick me down a well,
Into the depths of this living hell,
Mirror, mirror can't you see,
I'm slowly breaking can't you tell?

Rehearsal dais

8miles hood halfway o're my mohican hairstyle,
All stars laced on a shaded stile triggered grins and smiles
2chainz hung on my neck like a top dawg,
I see me on bloods like a bug,
outfit dope as ish,
outlook bliss as sheen,
I stepped-up my confidence to a zenith stage,
I stand o're my;
frights,
fears,
imperfections and my inexperience.

I start the beats and onslaught in freestyle,
my dictions clear; refracting to mama's room in heat,
then, she came yelling like a spilled bile
            "Hey Sek, this ain't a studio or some                      musical theatre, I'll kick your room outta this           house. If you claim to be a rapper, go face up        Lamar and stop the brrrRrrrrHhhh"

'Hahahahahaahaahah'
I laugh
'yo mama'
I swear I'm gonna rise to stardom,
just permit my mirror to be my audience so I could rehearse to perfection.

My Image in utmost yawn for glory,
stroke the mirror in rage and diffused a crowd to my cheers,
a battern focused the light rays on me,
I got raised by the echoes of stealth to my dais,
the quibble was an outrageous ego,
my practice to perfection soon stung me with a peril of pride,
but I excercised my humility before the storm of abase strucks me to the deepest trench,

I see me,
only me,
so;
why should I fear?
why should I panic?

I see me
I see my future beyond the screens of the mirror,
my rears reflects on the mirror to predict me like a star,

The MirroR is my rehearsal dais,
I intercept it with practice to perfection.

When i look in the mirror
I dont see the person people describe me as
I am fat and ugly
Look at my greyish greenish brownish eyes
cant they be just one color all the time
they are hazel but i wish they were emerald green
i have a giant nose
in what way is that attractive
my smile is fake
my eyes hide tons of tears
my hair is dyed
im a natural blonde which isnt my color
my shoulders are broad
i have love handle
why isnt all my work out and diet working?
God only knows