One Horned Flying Horse

I look in the mirror and what do I see? One horn on my head, not two or three Everyone I see has more than one They are all alike except for me I stand alone in my pail plain skin While others around me all blend in Different colors all around I’m outside the…

child of mine

the enemy whispers into your ear lies fill your mind hate leaves your mouth hurt comes in the form of tears day after day hour by hour minute by minute you fight what they say you are a loser you are unworthy you are not loved you are mediocre these are lies disguised as truth…