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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Exactly what is your role?
My appearance is all I see
You keep staring at me;
Oh, mirror tell me why
Can't show who I am inside
Help me if you can
And try to lead a hand;
Mirror you're just a lie
I ask questions, never got a reply
So sick of this deceit
The way you've tried to cheat;
For you, mirror, I have a deal
I don't think you're real
It's time to let you fall
No more mirrors on my wall.
I used to work in a mirror making factory, so i would be knackered writing a poem like this, but I like the beat behind this - reminds me off some of my stuff, and I like the twist at the end in particular
Hi Mirna
Superb inner observation...
warning! 7 years bad luck if you let it fall....something to reflect on
well done!
Gus Jonsson
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 23rd Aug 2010 11:38
Very innovative way of expressing the search for one's personal identity. It's a tried and true metaphor that never loses its attraction for fresh writers.