Blindness to my beauty deep within my eyes
with my apologetic tongue feeding the lies
I chose to believe while the mirror reflects
my displaced reflection, the unforgiving flesh
that stands on the way of becoming more,
while unable to see what I saw before.
If I learn to accept, will I find my peace?
Will my open eyes help my soul release?
Blindness to my beauty deep within my mind
and in truth or lies the answers I cannot find.