The Mirror
So many faces
looked out from my mirror
all wanting answers
to the life I have led.
Some of them dreamers
some true believers
some wanting demons
to lay and to rest.
But I am a dreamer
sometimes a believer
I danced with demons,
did I do my best?
Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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