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Through the mirror's eyes.
I look at a mirror,
And this is what I see.
There's a shattered reflection,
Staring right through me.
My eyes have gone red,
From all of the pain.
They are an open door,
To my soul that was slain.
My nose how it grew,
From the lies I have told.
How could I do that?
Why am I so cold?
My lips are sealed shut,
to keep the secrets in.
There's no need to tell them,
I'm already buried in sin.
My hands remain empty,
they have noone to hold.
I'll be all alone in this world,
forever I'm told.
My chest, it lays still,
Because of my absence of heart.
I wish I could go back,
remain loving from the start.
I look at a mirror,
And this is what I see.
There's a shattered reflection,
Staring right through me.
And this is what I see.
There's a shattered reflection,
Staring right through me.
My eyes have gone red,
From all of the pain.
They are an open door,
To my soul that was slain.
My nose how it grew,
From the lies I have told.
How could I do that?
Why am I so cold?
My lips are sealed shut,
to keep the secrets in.
There's no need to tell them,
I'm already buried in sin.
My hands remain empty,
they have noone to hold.
I'll be all alone in this world,
forever I'm told.
My chest, it lays still,
Because of my absence of heart.
I wish I could go back,
remain loving from the start.
I look at a mirror,
And this is what I see.
There's a shattered reflection,
Staring right through me.
Published 3rd Oct 2014
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3rd Oct 2014 11:30pm
4th Oct 2014 6:25am
10th Oct 2014 6:49pm
Very very reflective. It is great that we reflect. It is one thing that helps make us intrinsic. If we can see our own problems and know ourselves so well, then before anyone can tell us of ourselves and possibly lead us down a confused path, we can command ourselves with our expert knowledge of ourselves. Nice job Miss. :)
13th Oct 2014 3:36pm
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15th Oct 2014 4:56am
I always enjoy a poem that starts and ends the same way. It reminds the reader of how it all began and really drives home the message being written. Nice job
15th Oct 2014 8:49pm
great write, enjoyed reading it, a poem that could relate to many, who now can see themselves in the mirror.
