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.