We all feel broken in the mirror,
And then blame the mirror for making our appearance
Muddled, fainted, distanced. It is our own fault,
We dwell to much on what is looking good on the outside
That we forget that it is the OUTSIDE that matters the most.
So eager to get a date and have sex,
So eager to run off and marry a foxy person,
So eager to be prettier than all the others.
Our insides become dead and dull.
The heart loses self love and turn to self loathing.
Our emotions become rotten and useless.
Our interests turn into shallow needs and wants.
The mind is wasted, usually under and flaxen head of hair.
These thing aren't important,
I long for the day when looks were nothing
And personality was everything,
I don't think a time like that ever really existed.