I look back at the girl in the mirror
And I ask myself
Am I the beautiful lady I see?
Or am I the ugly creature the world maketh of me?
I have a lot questions
But most of all, I wonder
Why cant the world see me for me?
Why does everyone have to put me in side by side comparison to others
Why does beauty only have to exist in the eyes of the beholder?
I am an object that loses value in the presence of others
Only to forcefully be ranked the worst.
My reflection is divine
My eyes are unique
My body, its own shape
But still the world views me as too short
How am I too much of anything if I have never been before..
I am the first, only and last of me
I can’t be too anything!
Twins can be as identical as peas but when you get to know them you slowly begin to tell them apart
And isn’t that crazy?
No, not really.
Simply because we are all different..
And unique to who we are
And no matter how much we try, we will always be different
So why does the world insist on keeping us in a box?
Why do we have to be in constant comparison with others?
Why do humans, the most flawed beings on the planet?
Have to seek perfection and validation, so much, that they put the most unique creatures among them in a corner and leave them to wonder?
To wonder why no one else understands the kind of gift they are to the world..