In the mirror

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In the mirror

I look into the mirror and the one who cries in my dreams
looks back at me.....
She fills me with sad melodies
hushed cries...
Secretly wishing to die.
In the mirror i find myself staring
into those same weary eyes
and i dnt even knw wat to say
i just sit and stare....
Longing to wipe those tears off that sad poets face...
Unforgettable was her smile.
Even though its been missing for a while...
Too familiar is this sadness,
crying so often its become a habit
Its sad.....
But she's given up on life!
Poor girl has been fed too many lies
And experienced too many dayuim failed tries
And they wonder:
Why she cries
Why thios girl hides
Why inside she slowly dies..
MAN HAVE YOU LIVED HER LIFE????
Then do not judge!!!
Acting as if your so high above
What makes you so much better?? Just because her face is a bit wetter??
From tears that have carressed her cheeks continuosly over the years.
Induced by pain left uncured
From trials she endured that left her never to be the same.
In the mirror lives this sad, unfortunate dame.
I look into her eyes....
and finally i realize that, that girl....
That girl??
That girl is I............
IThis reality  thrust me into a place unwanted
Running from my fears i am the hunted
But even the prey must sometimes face its predator
so i turned and confronted her
We fought and bickered for sometime
Till i began to accept what was mine....
Taking this...growing sadness on as my own.
See none can help me
I'm on my own
Looking out on others having such a good time
Seein their happiness and knowing that, Ha,
that will never be mine...
And then it all hits me.
This ubiquitous sorrow
These tears that just wont stop
and carry on to every tommorrow.
The pain inside that never dies but instead slowly kills.
and every move it makes you feel
The realization of it all
The tears slowly fall
but all of this
down to the very last drop of broken bliss
Is mine....
All my own
And ill struggle with it
And no ne will know until one day
When i crack
And away my happy mask will fly
never to look back
But by then it will be time to cut all earthly ties
My last whispered breath turns to a *breathes in*
Deep sigh *sighs*
And as i slip away
Never again will i cry....
My lips part to utter a weak goodbye
And then....right there.....
Right there i die.

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hdmac commented on In the mirror

09-13-2009

Real sad poem. Watch your spelling. Deep emotion-good.

hvyrmtl1 commented on In the mirror

08-28-2009

i have felt like this many times. wanting to do away with the pain and despair. i have learned that even though i have suffered in different forms, i can always change what needs to be changed to improve my life and well being. I like your poem and feel your pain. good work.

Mousie

08/28/2009

lol thanks

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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