After a long day of everything you don't want to hear you start to think, "Does everyone see what I see in that mirror?".
You look and see a smile and a face that is so sweet. Shots of hate and sudden worry, but everlasting love. Who will except you for who you are? When I look in that mirror I don't see what you see.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Poetry's Friday ( The Mirror Can be An Enemy)
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