images.

i look in the mirror and cry
i never understand why i feel so hopeless, like someone pointing a gun to your head saying"you're about to die"
what does it take to "beautiful"
what is that image
is it short, tall, light, dark, small, big WHAT
my mind has formed around images, never none of my own
my mind is nothing but images, some i never can be or know
why the images?
why i hurt myself trying to be something im not,
why cry?
why o why, are there so many images?
see i will never find my own because.......
these images ARE ME.
i am short and big and dark...i AM what i see
these images are me
so take me as i am, for theres nothing i can do but look in the mirror, wipe away my tears and fears and say
i am this IMAGE, now LOVE ME