[Copic markers and pencil on paper. 9 in by 12 in. Illustrated by Katharen Hedges.]
When you look into the mirror
what do you see?
Having the time of your life.
Creating your own rythem
To the bass playing loud.
Maybe you see yourself lazing around.
Not doing much.
Maybe you see yourself as a loner.
Maybe you see yourself married.
Running around to and fro.
A hectic lifestyle.
Maybe you see yourself as famous.
Buying expensive things,
things you never used to be able to afford.
As the price just kept rising.
Maybe you see yourself as a writer,
trying to think of something.
Something wonderful to scratch onto the pages of history.
That you will most likely later find crappy.
Maybe you see yourself as a fangirl,
Stalking your favorite actor or actress,
Band or songwriter.
Following accounts you never thought you would.
Maybe you see yourself as a musician,
singing your soul out.
Your heart beating with the drums.
Creating words through sound.
Maybe you see yourself as a no one.
Someone who walks the halls a ghost.
Carves love into their skin,
just to prove themselves alive.
Maybe you see yourself as a cop
Putting your life on the edge for others everyday.
Maybe you see yourself as a hard worker.
Trying to achieve your goal for the week.
Not the companies goal.
Your personal. Trying to beat the best of the best.
Whoever you see,
Whoever you think you are,
Remember you are beautifully unique,
A one of a kind canvas of awesomeness.
(So) dont go trying to change,
the person you are for someone else.
If they don’t like you for you,
Let them be.
Let them go.
Because nothing is far worse than changing yourself,
For someone you should never have to become.
R. M. Gaffner
I remember knowing I was safe
The walking around freely.
Not having to watch over my shoulder with every step i took
What happened to those days?
The days where kids could ride bikes
With no problems.
The days where kids could continue playing after dark.
The days where it was okay to go up to a door and ask for help,
Without having to suspicious.
The days where you could go up to cops without being scared.
You have to watch over your shoulder at every turn,
Never knowing what is going to pop up.
Kids have cell phones as young six just to be able to act like children.
You cant do anything without being just a tiny bit suspicious of the other person.
Instead of running towards police when in need of help, we run away.
What happened to the good`ol days?