The Mirror
No matter what I say or do,
You are always there.
When I turn my back on you,
You are always near.
You are always in my face,
And treat me like a slave.
You mock me every place,
Making me behave.
It's just us can't you see,
I look for your affection.
And you look back at me,
It's just me and my reflection.
Copyright © Chris Ash | Year Posted 2010
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