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itsreality β My Reflection.
Published: 2009-02-19 17:31:16 +0000 UTC; Views: 1081; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 6
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I was young and beautiful when I first sat here,I remember my reflection staring back at me with a grin.
The image of myself filled me pride and made no worry in the world affect me,
I was a parasite to the window of honesty.
Deep inside my vain self, my heart withered knowing that
I wouldnβt be like this forever.
Soon I would be revealing the cruel merciless truth.
This mirror was my addiction, my obsession,
But now itβs my enemy and my nemesis.
Can anyone protect me?
Each morning I wish I could avoid the echo of my face,
But the craving was invincible.
I would be fixated in hope that my youth would return
But in reality you can never turn back time.
Tears of truth arise through my pain,
I am distressed with who I really am now.
Nothing will ever change,
It will stay the same like my broken emotion.
This makeup masks all honesty,
I feel the need to hide from beauty.
I am a slave; a slave to my reflection.
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Nice poem!
I've been touched by this poem!
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Great poem!
Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I try to imagine what I'd look like in forty years. But when I become that age and look in the mirror, I wonder if I'd remember today's reflection.
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Thank you 
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wow rely nice poem, but it is not one who become,s a slave to there reflection but a slave to there past. we can not live with out growing old and dying, we can not truly die with out living. we are not who we see in the mirror that,s just false image, we are with in our self,s. beauty is only an illusion. that we create while hiding are iner self,s so deep inside our soul.s only there can we find peace with our self,s.
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welcome, i some time,s like to right poem,s but mine always comes out dark for some reason. so i just stick to drawing.
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This is an exeptional piece of work! well done
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