The Mirror
THE MIRROR I want to be happy, I remember it so well, to look in the mirror and smile at a girl. A girl with bright eyes and shiny hair, with glowing cheeks and no despair her happiness shined through from within and she would smile, a cheeky little grin NOW I look in the mirror and all I see, Is a stranger looking back at me. I see very dull eyes and long limp hair. Through those eyes, I see pain and despair. There is no smile, not even a hint She is dying from the inside! and soon you will see, when she looks in the mirror, and she says "goodbye " to me. Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 01 2001 06:41 PM PST 0 • 18 • 10
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"THE MIRROR..."