Depressed Vanity

Need some

mirror magic for what I’m seein’

my swag seems to be on jet lag

thanks to the hardship I’ve been in

Can’t seem to climb faster

from the hole of debt I’m diggin’

yet I still manage a smile because

I’m blessed in what I’m livin’

 

I poke and rub the scars I see

believe I opened a scab I rubbed raw

I run fingers through my hair

stick my chin out and thought I saw

a streak of grey. What can I say

I have many a lovely flaw

that I turn my heartache to great escape

that all else amaze at with open jaw.

 

Razor bumps make me rugged and rough

yet I firmly deny that my life has ever come close

to my complexion.

Strong willed I feel my dreams still live on

despite the growing distance between me

and them.

 

Relaxing laughter echoes from my reflection

lingering fears and stress forever wrinkle my youth

full of wisdom for others despite ignoring my own truth

I stumble away from my depressed vanity

and manage the day with optimistic proof.