Reflection

Feels like I've faded in to the back ground And still even now confedence one lacks Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound But no paint brush will ever fill them cracks 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 Not saying that I was some kind of portrait But anxious, comparing myself to every other As what I once saw I really liked but now hate 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 LIKE OTHERS TWEEKED A LITTLE JUST FELT BEFORE TO MUCH CONTENT NOTE UPDATED ABIT DON KNOW IF SHPOULD CHANGE STYLE OF WRITING?????? ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, inspierby by all the cool soup poets sinse last januray PD LARUA REBBECA ECT XXXXXX ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT JUNE JULY 2013,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,