Reflections in the Mirror: Pieces of Me

Looking into the mirror
The things that I see
Never was a reflection of me
Who is this that I see, why isn't he where he wanted to be
Silenced, bruised, and mentally broken
Never heard of, never mellowed out, and never spoken
The glare in the mirror was this deep dark cloud
One minute there's a loud sound making him a clown
Another minute there's a voice that says you better make me proud
It took a miracle to get him where he needed to be
For the mirror shattered and the broken pieces are things that would blow your mind if the world needed to see
He said you can't tell me anything now that I'm outspoken
I've been full of bruises but I'm not easily broken

The Little Dark Boy

There was once this man who wanted love
Tried every little thing to find it by praying to the man above
Patiently waiting to be lifted and set free
Thinking someone would want someone like thee
But little did he know that he was not the best thing on the scene
Either too smart, too dark, or too bold
And people wonder why his heart can be so cold
Its always the valuable one who gets looked down for the ones that are free
Not even brushed on for others to see
You're too smart, too black, such a coop
Not even worth it because you're not in the loop
The little dark boy never felt like he was of use
Suffering from a deep depression that will never be loose
No matter how much you hope and pray
The people will always tell that little dark boy to go the hell away