My only instructions are to read the poem and tuck its message away in your mind. The poem is in the notes and credits. Let me know if you have any problems seeing it. ===================================================== I'm currently working on writing background music to make it a song! ===================================================== Why I wrote this poem: We all go through it at some point. Life gets hard and we blame ourselves. We pin labels on ourselves based on how we think we're supposed to be. Maybe we call ourselves fat or ugly or dumb. Everyone who feels like this should know that you aren't. We should all know that they're special and amazing, and there is no way that you're "supposed to be" in that sense. We all should know that we need to trust that ray of light deep in our hearts, not what we see in the mirror. ==================================================== Comment below ~Feedback ~Connections to the poem ~Polite comments ==================================================== Disclaimer: I'm not good at drawing humans and I never have been, so, yeah.
Why am I like this, Not how I should be With all of the mirrors Speaking to me There is too much to see Too much to see They say no one's perfect, Everyone seems to be That is to say Everybody but me Frankly I disagree I disagree I keep on running But I can't escape I fall to my knees as the world changes shape I can't run away From all of my fear From the echo in the mirror How can I fix myself? What should I change? What in my life must I rearrange To be normal, not strange Normal, not strange Lost to the mirror Its illusion of "right" Not about to give up And end this fight With my image's bite My image's bite I keep on running But I can't escape I fall to my knees as the world changes shape I can't run away From all of my fear From the echo in the mirror Why can't I accept who I am Not let my reflection hit me with a slam I want to believe that I am alright That I've always been in the real daylight But that's never been true Never been true, true, true I keep on running But I can't escape I fall to my knees as the world changes shape I can't run away From all of my fear From the echo in the mirror Someday I'll escape Put my life back in to shape From the echo The echo in the mirror
