Faces of Mine
Faces of Mine
Thoughtless I try and think,
Do you feel the pain?
Understanding becomes irrational,
perceived by many to be insane.
Emotions scarred so deep,
happiness being just a myth.
A Nobel piece of society,
no matter which group you're with.
Cracked mirrors gaze at me,
crooked reflections of mine.
Which reflection is the real me,
Too many faces, too hard to find.
So thoughtless here I sit and think,
paying no attention to this place.
For each time that you look at me,
you see the same man but a different face.
bmdavey@
02/07/16
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