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Mirror II
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Showing me truths you hide from all
A monster in your face I see
The monster looks just like me
Alone, frustrated, angry or hurt
Whiny, boring, rude and curt
Fists of hate and eyes of sorrow
Truths don’t heal, so lies I borrow
Broken heart, tired soul
Beg for freedom from lack of control
The face I see in the mirror is mine
But hark! It could very well be thine.
Poet's Note: This poem is called Mirror II because I have a small prose passage already written which is called "Mirror".
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Last edited by Gurdit; 02-10-2007 at 06:14 PM.
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