mirror mirror on the wall

it's Q Tha poet standing strong

gazing in this object receiving an physical image

(what you see?); I see a young man with a purpose! Someone who got dreams and going to make em come true

mirror mirror show me a deeper Q

I see a man who's broken

scars over his heart most still fresh

premature so I got a funny shaped head

was joked pretty bad

I hate the way I'm teased for something God did to make me

unattractive to some but attractive to one

I pray when I spit game to a pretty young thing; she'll look deeper instead of judging the size and shape of brother... head

sorry for venting but this poetry my prescription

on a self hate illness

these are stored up feelings! That I'm finally tending to cause this topic is so sensitive

I'm being honest to myself so I gotta let y'all know how I feel

I feel ugly even though I wrote confidence builder I'm still low

that's why I stay locked up in my room

write poetry about the news, why the sky blue, and dreams that I pray would come true

I wrote this poem with the thoughts of you... The thoughts of a young man that's going through

I think of the loneliness and I pray you won't go through too

a state of depression because of rejection from them chicks who think they the shit

who won't give a guy who would give them their heart and soul a chance

instead they choose the eye candy and gain cavities

then go to the good guy for a dentist appointment begging for a fill in

just to go back and eat the eye candy all over again

mirror mirror thank you for revealing the real again