The Mirror

The Mirror

In front of me, I seem to see
A dark skinned girl who looks like me
Pretty brown eyes, with a heart of gold
She looks real sad defeated and cold
On the outside, she’s got it all
But deep inside she’s built this wall
Hiding the pain, the anguish, the heartache
And fakes a smile, even when her heart breaks
Neglect, rejected, suppressed by all
and with that thought more tears did fall
I look at her and see myself
The empty girl who hides herself
Where there was happiness, now hope reside
Locking her sadness away and covers her pride
Always polite and so eager to please
This dark skinned girl, with those pretty brown eyes
and a heart of gold, that same girl that nobody sees