My God
Why can't I accept what I am?
Why must I hate your creation?
So I sit and stare at the mirror in your word
Hoping for a revelation to break this retched curse
But as time goes by it gets harder and harder for me to break through
All the make-up, clothes, and mirrors that I've become attached to.
So I sit and wait and I contemplate
As the beauty of my life drifts further into waste.
And when revaltion finally comes
When I learn to really, truly love
Will the things for me have passed me by
Or will a second change be right behind?
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