My Looking Glass

My name is Robert Baker. Black and Red are my favorite colors because Red on Black looks like a night filled with blood and misery.
I grew up on country, but recently started merging into Heavy Metal and Rock. I like the more instrumental bands than the vocal groups.
I began writing poetry a year or two ago. At first it was just for enjoyment, now it releases all the pent up feelings that plague me every day.
This is a glance into My Looking Glass.

These days everyone seems to be doing drugs. Whether it is the "healthy" no chemical based marijuana or the highly chemicalized Diablo.
All those who do it are pressuring others into doing it. They say it is an amazing feeling. It relaxes them, makes life worth living.
And then there is me. I have never done drugs, of any sort. I do have an interest to at least try weed but it takes bravery to try new things. And I have no bravery.

You have to have bravery to try new things. Bravery drives us to do the stupidest and most amazing things. With no bravery, no guts follow.
With no guts, rejection hits like a bitch. You have to be able to face rejection when trying to date. Rejection is my own worst enemy.
I have only had one legit "girlfriend". We were together for six months. And yet I broke it off, feeling like there was no future there. I am a huge flirt, and yet when I try to be serious in asking a beautiful girl out, I fail miserably.
If only I could find that one girl that would like me in the same degree and amount that I like her.

Being a senior in high school, I should have all the plans on what my life will look like in the next couple of years. Most guys have it planned... College, parties, drinking, and sex.
And then there is me... No plans for college, never been to a legit party, I have had enough alcohol in my life to barely fill a tequila shot glass, and I belong to the forever alone team.

When I am about to get into the shower, I take a look in the mirror.
I do not approve of what I see.
Hair that never lies just right, and is in that crappy dirty blonde phase.
Acne that never seems to un-plague me.
Eyes that seem so bland, and hold so much regret.
Teeth never white, nor straight.
A lanky frame and concave chest complete the picture of imperfection.

And yet still looking in the mirror, I am struck by what lays within.
A high tolerance for idiocracy.
An attitude that is always ready for a laugh.
A far too forgiving attitude.
A heart willing to give everything.
And forever loyal until the end.

My Looking Glass is murky and hard to see into.
But every once and awhile you can see my true colors.
I only wished it was the gold on the inside that a person is judged by.
And not the outside that they refuse to let shine.