So today I have worked on going back through my old journals and seeing where I came from and what I was doing around this time in previous years. In doing so, I came across a poem I wrote. I wrote it back when I was in Illinois, and I remember trying to put it to a song while trudging through the snow. The poem for me was my way of escaping wherever I was. Who its about may remain a mystery, but I feel its well written.
Blind Mirror
She is the girl you may never understand,
A deep scared past and bible in hand.
She dreams nightmares she wont confess,
Shades other than white on her wedding dress.She can quote every verse in her defense,
In a hope god wont see her finger prints.
Her old friends look with judging eyes.
They only want whats beneath the lies.She sleeps with her windows open,
Sets her alarm clock when its still broken.
She takes the lead as if shes chosen.
Surrounds her mistakes in a bed of roses.She wakes up with a half worn smile,
Puts on clothes and a layer of denial
This is her chance to start a new
with hope that the truth doesnt show throughShe dances for the world to see,
A pretty dress and a smile for me.
I cant pull you down and stop the show.
But please dont ask me to let go.She walks with her soul wide open,
Lets her heart out when its still broken
Sits on stage, her mouth is frozen
Waits for her future until it closesShe walks with an angels wings,
Waiting to see what hope brings.
Tread softly when hiding the truth,
I will always be with the real you
