The reflection in the mirror,
Is one that I don't recognize.
After time flies by,
My face remains the same,
Unchanged.
Eyes filled with hurt,
Look back at me.
Blinking gives me satisfaction.
No sight,
Is better than blurry visions.
Exactly what I want to be.
This image isn't me.
For I cease to exist.
That's just a shell of me,
I've gone to the great abyss.
These eyes I see,
Hold everything in me.
When they're heavy they flow endlessly.
The only thing that I can see,
Is the sad image of me.
Or who I used to be.
I'm a shell of a woman,
Who was great you see.
Now I am nothing,
And in pain I weep.
Change the perspective.
I see the woman that I used to be.
I see the woman that they will never see.
I see the woman I'm going to be,
That woman,
Is who they will see.
The woman I am working on,
Whose already seen more than the old me.
See I was great,
But now I will prevail.
This woman in the mirror,
Is a new image of me.
This woman in the mirror,
Smiling at me,
Is the woman I'll create.
In perfect image of me.
She will be great.
She will succeed.
Today is a new slate.
I'll create it how I see.
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PoetryShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
