How are we any different?You and I are the same.How are we any different?We both share the same name.Is that anyway to live with those who we supposed to love?Is that anyway to live by building walls between you and me?

Pain can make us lash out in unexpected ways.Pain can make us hurt those we care about.Pain can build walls between two human souls.

I try hard to look at that girl in the mirror,To tell her not to give up.Maybe if she had a better image of herselfshe wouldn’t be so lost in her illusions.Maybe if she had a better image of herselfshe wouldn’t give society a chance to name her.Maybe if she had a better image of herselfshe wouldn’t give herself another name.

Who is it that you want me to be?Who is it? I ask.O what part of me will amend your mercy?O what part of me will amend your wrath?

I’m not a picture perfect canvas,I’m not a queen on her throne.But there are some dark parts in meAnd I have welcomed them home.

I could never imagine loving myselfI could never imagine a personbehind the image I sawwhen I looked into the mirror.Who is this person? I would wonderWho is she?Does she have a name?