Looking into the mirror,
What do you see?
A picture of a person tainted by their past?
Countless scars shine before you
As tears fall to the floor.
You think of many people with promises unkept.
Now there's no one to turn to,
You fear you've hurt them all,
But something deep inside you
Tells you that you're wrong.
Somehow you don't believe it
And push it to the side.
But no it comes back with greater force this time
It whispers something soft,
"I love you as you are
And I made you for a reason
For you are perfectly flawed."
