Love ThyselfHey you;Looking in the mirror,So forlorn, you sad little bird with no song worth singing, it seems.Stop.The mirror doesn't lie, my dear,But is completely honest with your fragile heart.I wish I was blessed with your countenance,Your lovely eyes,Your skin,Your hair;But someone much more fortunate than I received such joyous and bountiful gifts:You, my sweet one,You.Cry no more, and love thyself, precious one, for you are blessed.Love thyself.
Without the Masks...A lot has to be saidFor the dishonesty of flesh And the truth in cold glass sequinsFor it is not the mask that lies, It is the face that changes.But what is to happen when the ribbons fray, The porcelain cracksAnd all of your flaws are for all to see? Will you embrace them? Then braver you are, To show that you love yourself nonetheless, Even when the shock on the faces around you Proves the unwillingness To face the light.
Letting LooseOn fragile dreams you tread,Replacing hopes with bitter dread.Afraid to speak,You eviscerate the weak.I'm not so brave, I think,Holding out open hands to those invisible,But I'm not so cruel;It's your card of Fate to play:The Fool.With a sword, you take livesIn a world of the fittest to survive;But with a pen I take no prisoners,Keeping the meek,The fearful,The hopefulAlive.