When I look in the mirror,
who do I see?
I see someone I do not like,
and who will he grow to be?
I see someone who is fragile,
someone who is blind;
blind to what the others see,
to all but the internal voices in his mind.
The voices scream and yell,
saying \"You\'re not good enough\",
they\'re as loud as a Church bell,
echoing \"You\'re going to Hell\".
It took some time for me to look at myself,
the skin and bone I possess,
to silence the voices deep within,
because I am truly blessed.