The Mirror Infront of Me

The face of an angle reflect in the mirror.
With wise eyes that can see a smart mind 
With a big heart that can feel a warm spot 
A real touch that can feel the death of a rose 
Is that really me ? do i really look this way ?
I am beautiful 
I am strong 
I make mistakes i am wrong 
I fear this mirror that i see 
This big mirror infront of me 
With a hard punch, the mirror cracks 
Pain and brocken smiles reflect back 
I dont except this feeling 
This pain inside, theres no healing 
Bloody nuckles and soft wet tears 
Mirror mirror dont look at me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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November 16, 2011 at 5:28 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Diadora. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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