That person in the mirror
'Who are you?' you ask
You do not know her and you never will
Not from what is shown on the outside
A monster is who you see, an unrecognizable mask
It does not show who you know
You judge your own reflection
The same way others do
We're human,that's all I can say
But that doesn't mean we should push each other into harm's way
It's nit fair to those who already hate what they see
Those who want to shatter the mirror
Those who have learned to hate themselves
Not fair at all, our reflections
Always changing, never happy
We cannot accept our reflections
We cannot let them be
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The Works of a Lonesome Soul
PoetryThese are the poems that were results to the wondrous stars that are my thoughts. I weaved them into words over the course of a year or so. I am not abondoning the pen anytime soon though, so there are going to be many poems here. You may start read...
