THE MIRROR
There is a me,
A me many will never have the opportunity to see.
I was robbed of this me not so long ago.
And when I lost this me,
It came as quite a blow.
It has taken some time,
But I will fight my way back.
I can see some light through this very bleak crack.
When I look in the mirror I wonder if it’s possible to have two within one?
Is it possible to see your personality?
Because if it is,
I’m afraid to look too long,
And find the me I used to know is gone.
Sometimes I cry I just want to be the person I was before.
Am I asking too much?
Once I was there in that mirror, why can’t I be back?
I’m scared that no matter how hard I work
The me I knew so well is forever lost somewhere
In that mirror.
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