THE MIRROR

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THE MIRROR

To sit here upon this life of mine, as I gaze into this mirror. I see what I wish was not their, this is not me I gaze upon. Now the harder I look the more pain that I feel. It's all full of anger and disbelief of realizing this pathetic soul is still gazing. This is my reflection this is all my pain. This image is indescribable all I want is to break this image apart, then this pain I will not feel, but who am I to know? I do, look long enough you to will realize. Shattering the point of all this is the way out, out of this pathetic soul who will once again gaze upon a life of disbelief...

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

bettina’s Poems (25)

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My Blood Shed 1
MY PAIN 1
BLINK OF AN EYE 1
A QUOTE 0
THOUGHTS 0
BREAKING WALLS 0
TURN 0
* UNTITLED * 0
* UNTITLED * 0
PRESSURE 0
THIS 0
BROKEN 0
ETERNITY 0
FALLING 0
FEAR 0
THE MIRROR 0
IT 0
MY BEAUTY 0
REFLECTION 0
PAINFUL THOUGHT 0
KNOWING 0
NOTHING 0
AWAKENING 0
FORSAKEN INNOCENCE 0
REALITY 0