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O.C. Bearheart

O.C. Bearheart

The Real Me

I looked at myself in the mirror today.
I hated what I saw.
The cares of a lifetime put out on display,
Each woe and every flaw.
I saw a frightened little child
Call out for hands to hold,
His mind grows ever wild
While his heart grows ever cold.
I saw a villian lusting for
A dark and secret shame.
This hopeless dreamer wants more
Than he has, and he’s to blame.
I’m critical, I’m stubborn,
I’m judgmental, I’m used goods,
I’m breaking but not broken:
Just as well, though. Just as well.
I’m cantankerous and haughty,
My disdain: beyond compare.
I am angry, and I’m hateful,
Far from goodness. Far from good.
I saw a hypocrite, a wreck,
A failure and a creep.
Every blemish, every spec
All bared and piled up in a heap.
I saw the imperfections of
A sinner in my face,
My eyes so filled with love
Were now just another disgrace.
I saw myself in the mirror today,
I looked at the real me,
And I wonder if I’ll ever look away
To become what I could be.

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Barb Clarke
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