I feel like the glass on a vanity mirror
Reflects so much yet nothings inside
Dark grey, no good deeds but many sins to hide
Not much under the surface but secrets which scatter around my brain
And I can’t help but to ponder
If I told you would you still look at me the same?
I see no more than skin deep
And that’s as deep as I dare to see
But as the memories creep
Their torture is only to keep reminding me
Under the makeup I weep
Hate being called pretty, sexy or hottie
Those remarks do nothing but offend me
Because they prove you do not see my true beauty
Darker than gold complexion
Wide eyes which reflect the world
Not to say I’m perfect
But I was always taught to worship that I’m more than an average girl
I keep the way I want to be seen in one hand
“as beautiful as the Yangtze river”
I keep Vanity in the other hand
“Mac makeup brushes, foundation and concealer”
My thoughts seem to go as deep as beauty and tremble at the thought of going deeper
But always seem to reflect so much more, to make it seem that my mind is broader
And that’s why sometimes I feel like the glass on a vanity mirror.