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Array ( [sid] => 112409 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mirror Me [time] => 2006-01-01 20:57:32 [hometext] => This is about how you shouldnt care about what others think about you and to carry on and not hurt yourself. [bodytext] => When I stare into the mirror,
What is it I see?
I see my own reflection,
Staring back at me.

But then I look deep within,
The mirror of my soul.
I see my present,and my past,
And what the future holds.

I see myself as what I am,
And what I could have been.
I see the shadow side of me,
That's hidden deep within.

As I stare at my reflection,
Staring back through my own eyes.
I see myself as others do,
But I also I see the lies.

Others cannot see,of course,
This person I conceal.
They know the person Ive become,
But my other side is real.

The mirror rids of my disquise,
Of hatred,truth,and tears,
And see my deepest fears.

Maybe I should end it all,
So many ways to die.
I lean up against the wall,
And suddenly begin to cry.

The tears stream down my face,
As I begin to say good-bye.
Good-bye,sunshine,good-bye,Mom,
Cant say I didnt try.

Then I look into the mirror,
And see the me standing there.
A troubled,lost,and lonely child,
With tear stained cheeks and matted hair.

The mirror has two faces,
One of truth,reality.
The other is what others see,
My made-up fantasy.

Well,mirror,thanks for being there,
But its time I step away.
Its time my mask came off for good,
The real mes here to stay. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 21 [informant] => angelchick789456 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Mirror Me

Contributed by angelchick789456 on Sunday, 1st January 2006 @ 08:57:32 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

When I stare into the mirror,
What is it I see?
I see my own reflection,
Staring back at me.

But then I look deep within,
The mirror of my soul.
I see my present,and my past,
And what the future holds.

I see myself as what I am,
And what I could have been.
I see the shadow side of me,
That's hidden deep within.

As I stare at my reflection,
Staring back through my own eyes.
I see myself as others do,
But I also I see the lies.

Others cannot see,of course,
This person I conceal.
They know the person Ive become,
But my other side is real.

The mirror rids of my disquise,
Of hatred,truth,and tears,
And see my deepest fears.

Maybe I should end it all,
So many ways to die.
I lean up against the wall,
And suddenly begin to cry.

The tears stream down my face,
As I begin to say good-bye.
Good-bye,sunshine,good-bye,Mom,
Cant say I didnt try.

Then I look into the mirror,
And see the me standing there.
A troubled,lost,and lonely child,
With tear stained cheeks and matted hair.

The mirror has two faces,
One of truth,reality.
The other is what others see,
My made-up fantasy.

Well,mirror,thanks for being there,
But its time I step away.
Its time my mask came off for good,
The real mes here to stay.

Copyright © angelchick789456 ... [ 2006-01-01 20:57:32]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Mirror Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Channing on Wednesday, 24th January 2007 @ 04:50:04 PM AEST
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I really like this poem! It is amazing what we can see when we look at ourselves in a mirror...It is pretty scary sometimes too. Great write!

-Channing-

Re: Mirror Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 4th February 2007 @ 07:37:46 PM AEST
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This is a very good poem. i wrote one similar to this but i think yours is better. Unfortunately Im one of those people who live for what people think of her and berates herself for every little thing she do. But dont worry about that, you have talent!

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