The Mirror

I see red hate in that mirror
I see the flaws of myself
My lifes regrets and
My wants and desires in that mirror
I see the small breakouts and the nose that I don't want to have I see the
bottom lip that sticks out too much and the ears that are too big I see
the braces on my teeth, the abnormally long neck, and the six pack I wish was an eightpack
I see the scars from the slits of my wrist and the longer than necessary arms
And I hate what I see in the mirror
The mirror projects my outward flaws like some movie,
But this movie is not the one that I want to be watching
This is the movie entitled, The King: Not as Nice as He Seems
But this is just a pack of lies, this mirror is a lie
Because I am nicer than I seem
The mirror fails to point out how light brown and sincere my eyes are
Or how reassuring my words are when I speak them,
Or my knack for making friends out of enemies and listening
I see hate in the mirror, and the mirror sees my outward flaws
But what the mirror can't see and therefore doesn't comprehend
Is that I'm more beautiful on the inside than it can ever believe
I am more beautiful on the inside than it can ever dream of reflecting
And I'm proud to know what it is to see and feel that beauty
Each and every day
So now I don't see hate in the mirror
I don't see the outer flaws, even though I know that they exist
I look within, deeper than skin, flesh, bone and blood
To the inner beauty of my soul