If You Had My Eyes

On the ugly the mirror shows you — and the small, stubborn fact that the mirror is wrong.

For anyone who’s stared at themselves and lost the argument. The mirror is unreliable.

When you see yourself in the mirror
You see flaws and imperfections
Reflections of insecurities
Instilled inside, feeling inferior

But it’s all from within your mind
It’s only your eyes, not mine
It’s hard to find love within
When thoughts of ourselves are unkind

These thoughts often manifest
What others cannot feel or see
Believe me, if you had my eyes
You’d be surprised by your beauty

The unkind voice inside your head is not a journalist. It’s a critic with a vendetta. The people who love you can see what it can’t. Borrow their eyes for a minute when yours are lying to you.

— JTC

Stay close to the words.

New verses, twice a month. No spam — just words built to linger.