Espejo

 

My mom once told me to look in the mirror

look at myself 

and see what kind of person i truly am

we both looked in the mirror

but somehow saw two different people

she only looked at the bad parts

while i tryed my best to think of the good

i was so misunderstood

i cant believe she forgot all of the good

her mirror was red

while mines was purple (blue+red)

her words made my mirror alter

changing its color without falter

i now saw the bad

and forgot all the good i had

its makes me mad

and sad

she wont even let me cry

God i just wanna die

but as ive grown

ive had to learn more on my own

who she depicted me as was just a clone

because i was all alone

i didnt even have a phone

look at a face full  of hatred and discust

i look back now, with a face thats robust

now understanding why she didnt want me to cuss

or maybe i dont

my moms philosophies differ

atleast from how i see it

if u seek to keep being a mean soul 

so be it

but if you stay like that

a future with a true relationship, i wont see it