Man In the Mirror
I see the pain in your eyes
I've seen the tears you have cried
But on the other hand
I see the greatness inside
I still hear the screams
You know when you were abused as a child
Your skies were never sunny
Always covered with grey clouds
And when you tried to speak up
They said you were too loud
So you always kept mum
Brought up by a single parent
So you never saw Dad
Now I'm wondering who you are..
Cos you really look familiar
Oh yea you're that man in the mirror
I see the grief on your face
I wont want to be in your place
I remember the day you first cut up your wrists
I know the pain gave you temporal bliss
But after the guilt seeped in...
You punched the wall so hard you had to wrap up your fist
Then your cousin introduced you to filth
Couple years down the road...
You cant even get up to piss
You now have a skinny frame
Doctors say you got AIDS
Now I'm wondering who you are
Dang, you're the man in the mirror
Sometimes I hate the image
This replica of me...
I can be anything in the mirror
I don't want to be a villain
But its hard to be a hero
And I have to remember that this man doesn't define me
My actions or in-actions make him what he is
The man in the mirror is zero without me
Copyright © Benjamin Joshua Obeng | Year Posted 2012
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