Mirror
When I look into you, sometimes I'm not sure just who I see
sometimes there seems to be a stranger staring back at me
a stranger wearing eyes much more sunken and black
a man who stands slumped from all the weight on his back
He seems frightened and scattered with grooves in his forehead
with a malnourished look of little food and no bed
the life in his eyes, slowly lost long ago
from too many heartbreaks in too many rows
Although he looks worn from being beat down
his face always wears a smile, you won't see this man frown
because he's learned his life lessons and wears each on his face
and although constantly reminded he wears each scar with grace
This man I've judged so long, thinking nothing of his will
so I pushed him to the brink with the weed, the drink, the pill
brought him to his knees but he stands in front of me still
separating dreams and memories from what is here and real
So now I do not judge this man, this stranger reflected in the glass
because I know he does the best he can to keep us both up off our ass
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