by Dominique. White

Created on: July 03, 2008

I looked in the mirror today and didn't like what stared back at me
I don't think that I am the woman God meant for me to be

I lie, I curse, I can make a list of all the wrong I do
But shouldn't I be able to make a list of all the good too

I wake up everyday and wonder why I am alive
I wish that I could see myself through the Creator's eyes

All that I see is someone wasting a life

All I see is someone panged with negativity and strife

I am so afraid of dying that I don't even take the time to live
Everything that is me, I am afraid to give

I long to be one of those people who seemm to have no fear
The ones who, when they die, you will remember they were hear

I have the gusto to begin a new
But then I loose faith and wonder if it is true

Is it true that we can have the American dream
Is it ture that life isn't always as bad as it seems

Maybe I see life so blah because I see myself that way
I am trying to change my self image but it is a journey day by day

I am trying to learn about self love
Trying to see myself for who I am according to the man above

I'm trying to convince myself that I am great
Trying to believe that me being here was fate

I'm trying to find my purpose, my reason for walking this Earth
I'm trying to remember that priceless is what I'm worth

The more I believe it, the more it may be real
One day, extraordinary is how I hope to feel

As I write this poem that feeling of worthiness seems to seep in
Hopefully I can feel that way til my life reaches its end

Today I looked in the mirror and didn't like what was for sale
It seems tomorrow, when I look again, there will be a different story to tell

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