Mirrors

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Mirrors

Why did you bring me

If you didn’t know

How to show love

How to nurture and grow

 
Why did you bring me

To do nothing right

To tell me I’m stupid

For someone to fight

 

Why did you bring me

To feed on my tears

Don’t you have feelings

Don’t you have fears

 

Why did you bring me

I never did wrong

It wasn’t my fault

I’m not like you are

 

Why did you bring me

Then cast me away

You cursed me with mirrors

And gave me your face

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Beaker’s Poems (11)

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Story 1
Darkest 0
Mirrors 0
Listen 1
Greener 0
Weep 2
Nightmares 1
Faith 0
Bottom 3
Not the one 2
Wish 3