IS SHE SHE?

Morning breaks and yesternight's pain fades away.

Joy pulls tears from deep within the eye.

Her mirror shows off images of disarray.

The mind is in disguise and the heart wants to fly.

Is she, she?

She is bothered by the question.

The truth in her mind is a sudden fiction.

The struggle to release self-pity is stronger than addiction.

Religion breeds confrontation, her beauty breeds contradiction.

Is she, she?

Yes. She believes so.

Slowly staggering forward like stop and go.

Nothing can stop her. Her self-belief is now stronger than before.

Before you try to convince her otherwise, best believe your convincing better match her understanding.

She is, she.