Look in the mirror
there they are looking back at you.
If you were to try to talk to them about how you are feeling
they will give you a blank look.
I think they are saying, “Get me outta here, let me out. Let you be you.”
As I walk though out the city,
I search for my reflection.
No one seems to be like me.
As I pass the local city church I see the cross,
I begin to think about Him, all the cool things He did,
how He loved people, how He cared, how he took the time to talk with others.
How He made the sacrifice for all man kind.
As these thoughts run in my head, I smile.
Just then I feel someone smiling back.
I look up and see me.
There you are.