The Mirror

The mirror is a good place to start
To tell you how I feel in my heart.
I moved here with a new life in mind,
But now, I’m living my life confined.

Things were different when I was a kid
It never really mattered what you did.
I had big teeth, and large glasses,
I always did so well in all my classes.

Where I was born, I was like everyone
But here, it seems I’m always on the run.
I don’t want to accept that I’m not the same
I feel as if, that would put my family to shame.

I have been forced to see a person I don’t know
And have had to live a life that seems like a 24/7 show.
When I realize that I’m only a person they laugh at,
It just makes me feel like a welcome mat.

They all walk over me, and make me feel used,
My heart, and my head, all just feel so confused.
I was told, they accept, and don’t bring down,
They’ve all made me feel like such a clown.

I’ve tried to sneak through the edges of society,
The whole time, I’ve felt nothing but anxiety.
I live in a society I’m not a part of,
Wishing I could fly away like a dove.

I’m a lot more complex then what you see,
I really don’t care if you agree.
I have several cards up my sleeve,
And all that cares is what I believe.
                                                                   
                                                               I don’t stay in one place,
I run from spot to spot, with so much grace.
“Home is only a search” for what, I don’t know.
Perhaps home, is nothing but so.