Just A Reflection..

The little bluebird that sits their alone

Always singing songs, wondering where was its home

In its eyes, loneliness I could see

Or is that just reflection of me?

The richest girl who has fair-weathered friends so many

Manages to mask all her agony

A friend that is true is what she wishes to find

Or is that just a reflection of my mind?

The handicapped boy who faces inferiority and pain

From others who laugh at him as if he didn't have a brain

That determination in his eyes to tell the world who he is

Or is that just a reflection of what I would have found bliss?

The burning wood that ignites in the hearth

Is looked down even though it has worth

No appreciation, no apology it ever receives for its deed

Or is that just a reflection of what I need?

Now, standing in front of this mirror I see

The mirror of doubt never showed truly me

By stopping to see my reflection and just showing me

I now understand how great I can be by being me....