Looking in the mirror with nothing to see,
Unless you count the insecurities.
All you see is a mess in the mirror.
Who knew discovering yourself could be such a terror?
You can see it in your eyes; all the pain you have been through,
From the moves to everything being new.
You are not quite sure just what to do,
To make yourself feel like how you used to.
Insecure. Don't know what for,
But your heart is pushing every one out the door,
Because you can't get past loving yourself.
And because of that you can't love anyone else.
Others try to be a part of your life,
But you CAN'T let them in without a fight.
Putting up a wall is just for defense.
Yet to every one, it does not make sense.
Insecurities: They go pretty deep.
Eventually you will realize you need to take a leap...
Of faith in yourself,
Before you continue living your life in Hell.
Look past the tears, the fights, the tests.
And realize you're a Beautiful mess.
Stay strong through it all;
Don't be afraid to fall;
Let people in your life;
Become someone's wife;
A mother someday;
Remember to pray;
Love yourself for who you are;
Follow your dreams, you're going to go far.