i stand in front of the mirror and reflect upon my reflection.
reflect the self inflicted wounds
dissect the my self esteem to categorize under "High" and "Low"
i swing the lowest on my sweetest charriot
yet still i cant come home
to the real.
i rather live this fantasy
i rather pretend
i position the muscles underneath my glistening melanated skin as it scintillates in the sun
reversing the truth with my reverie
i trade reality for illusion
my darkness is merely sunshine
my rain are diamonds
then the roles i assigned myself to play begin to switch on me
fantasy switched to reality
my sunshine is now shaded
my diamonds turn into dust
i pretended to love.
i pretended to smile.
yet you didn't see anything because your perception was reality.
so when i was in need of a helping hand, you simply saw something fixed.
something never broken.
something never torn.
but behind these almond eyes is a beautiful disaster.
a beautiful ruin.
the only thing i didn't pretend was being a beautiful woman.