Reflection

Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
I got so used of being behind the senses
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
Still now I'm trying to live my lost dreams

Now looking at my reflection in the mirror
Is one that just seems so old and so grey
And on closer inspection, it's even dimmer
My story told from what was then yesterday                                                                     

Now a blank canvas where was once colour
We all have a flaw, not saying I was a portrait
But anxious, comparing myself to every other
As what I once saw I really liked but now hate

Trying to keep up the visage I’m out of remedy’s
And still though the confidence what one lacks
Stuck with in this collage, a sea of memories
But no brush will ever paint over them cracks

Many creams and posions used over the years
So I'm told beauty’s in the eye of the beholder
Though so many emotions worries and fears
Carrying this huge weight up on my shoulder


Those textures that were once rich in youth
Now withered with time that’s passed me by
Mixtures of every emotion now it's like struth
Looking back at me is that the same guy?
 




This was already on here but just felt neede tweeking a little bit 
trying to put in bettter form or context add a little humour 
less trival than before but still anever ending battle ith ones self
reflection originaly called dismorphia 
somthing delt with sinse my teens though through my twenties went out my way to ahnge myself a lot
gets harder as you get older though i think


NOTE UPDATED ABIT DON KNOW IF SHPOULD CHANGE STYLE OF WRITING?????? 

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inspierby by all the cool soup poets sinse last januray  PD LARUA REBBECA ECT  XXXXXX
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WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT JUNE JULY 2013,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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Elizabeth O'Driscoll

Date: 10/31/2013 6:02:00 AM

I love a blank canvas, we can create anything we like on it. we are all unique created from a blank canvas in a way, and the older the painting the more priceless it becomes. so the next time you look in that mirror just remind yourself that you are unique and priceless. love Elizabeth