Looking Glass
Although it's sometimes hard to see I'm really very kind. It's hidden deep within my heart and sometimes hard to find. Throughout the years the pain I've seen has buried it inside. I feel as though it's something that I always have to hide. The looking glass which shows my face reflects the way I see how everyone I've ever know has learned to label me. My true emotions never show; I keep them locked away. Afraid to show my softer side for fear of what they'll say. I always speak what's on my mind to prove that I am strong. I never bend or change my views When others think I'm wrong. When friends need me, I'm always there to help them make it through the problems and the heartaches that to me are nothing new. I wonder if the world would change if ever I should go. Would everything still be the same to everyone I know? Throughout my life I've come to think that everyone I see has somehow come to find a way to always label me.

--Daryl Molen

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