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Mirrors
You made me a thief
to steal my own identity
My mind full of smoke
You disappeared into that
When my days were tough
My mind was aching
You left me with a pain
To make sure I cried.
You just killed me
With the pain and agony
My heart cried blood
You just laughed at this
Are you an evil helper ?
You thought me in pain
You saw me in pain..
You won the evil game.
[b]Talking to my mirror.
to steal my own identity
My mind full of smoke
You disappeared into that
When my days were tough
My mind was aching
You left me with a pain
To make sure I cried.
You just killed me
With the pain and agony
My heart cried blood
You just laughed at this
Are you an evil helper ?
You thought me in pain
You saw me in pain..
You won the evil game.
[b]Talking to my mirror.
Published 16th May 2015
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16th May 2015 10:01pm
Reflections can be benign or deeply cruel. Being aware of their capacity for both helps. They can turn on you. I hope yours remains supportive, encouraging you to face the day. "Mirrors" is fine work McJay.
19th May 2015 12:15pm
26th Jun 2018 5:09pm
The mirror is a double-ended blade: it can either puncture the heart of fight off negativity.
This is a brilliant spill, mcjay. Your poem truly portrays the war we face when looking at ourselves in the mirror. No matter how confident someone is, they'll always find a flaw in their reflection.
This is a brilliant spill, mcjay. Your poem truly portrays the war we face when looking at ourselves in the mirror. No matter how confident someone is, they'll always find a flaw in their reflection.
