round and round they go, stealing glances at me each moment they can spare.
their desperate eyes searching for something familiar.
sometimes they'll glance, but sometimes they stare.
they even sometimes look as a reminder that i'm there.
here on the wall i sit, by the small screws they placed.
ever watching as they all look away.
what they see in me, i'll never know.
all i do is reflect.
but i shall never get tired of all the looks or glances, because as a mirror, that's what i do best.
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Poetry
Poetryi've been inspired to write poems, and this is where i've decided to post them. constructed criticism is welcomed, for i am very much far from perfect and i really would like to improve. began: 10/20/2020 finished:
