Is my attention on loving, or is my attention on who isn’t loving me? - Andrea Gibson

I wanna know what you see
when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling good.
I wanna know what you see
when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling bad.

I wanna know the first person
who taught you your beauty
could ever be reflected
on a lousy piece of glass.

If we never deny the inevitable end of the story, we will write it more beautiful while we’re alive.

What if I don't want the monster
to stop being a monster?

What if that's the only anchor I have left?
What if my sanity depends on being able to point
at a bad thing and say, That is the bad thing.

Haven't I already lost enough time
losing track of who the enemy is?
I've spent half of my life not knowing the difference

between killing myself and fighting back.