I guess we are all messed up in different ways
That's what keeps us moving forward
My weakness bound to yours
It keeps us all afloat.
I still can't look in a mirror and
See this person staring back at me
Not the dimensions, nor the looks or the smile
I have inside my mind.
So every mirror is passed with head bowed and
A quick move on to another place where the
Thought of who I am is still intact.
So if you're passing a mirror,
And you happen to see my reflection,Tell it, I said 'hello'.
bobby stevenson 2012