Mirrors
I don't like the mirrors, hate the face I see
Don't want to even bother thinking that it's me
I see a flawed body, try to keep my eyes closed
I try not to notice what I don't want to know
Surrounded by others much easier on the eyes
I keep the smile pasted so I don't feel my own cries
Does anyone really know me, or only think they do
Have I really failed to notice if I even want them to
Sometimes I tend to think, why do I even bother
Continuing with this life, or thinking of tomorrow
Trying to pretend I don't feel what I feel
Scared I'm going to break, that I'm not even real
I've been thinking that it's over, this is where
it'll finally end
There's not much left to offer, too tired to pretend
If someone had ever told me, it hurt too much to care
If I'd never loved another, today that'd put me where
No memories of ever hurting or crying
No memories of loved ones living, then dying
I was wondering if tomorrow I died,
Would anyone notice, or care or cry
Because the emptiness is getting deeper, no matter who's around
No one even sees it, even knows I'm down
So why am I like this, when did I break
My past seems to haunt me, a feeling I can't shake
So if I could change anything, what would it be
I could say simply, everything.
Julie Stephenson
Copyright © Julie Stephenson | Year Posted 2005
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