Two Sides
What do you see,
(I am the mirrors reflection)
when you look at me?
(I am nothing but fantasy or fiction)
That little girl
(I am cracked in the middle)
with a baby's curl
(left an unsolved riddle)
innocent and meek,
(barely alive)
with soft words to speak.
(trying to survive.)
Or do you see the mask
(Pieces threaten to fall)
I use to carry out this task
(fragments of my world, big and small.)
its full of smiles that are fake
(Catch one and bleed away;)
and a voice that threatens to break
(suffer from memories of yesterday).
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2009
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