Who is this person in the mirror he ain't nothing like I imagined
He dwells on his brutal past and hates himself with a passion
Instead of having sweet dreams he cries himself to sleep
Instead of him being mentally strong he's emotionally weak
He should respect his body instead he has cuts on his arm
He did that to himself and slowly wipes the blood off with his palms
Who is this person in my reflection that looks forward to his death
He doesn't see a therapist instead he uses drugs like crystal meth
I know these things this boy is doing his mother would hate to see
But unfortunately that boy in the mirror is Me.
Author notes
option 2
A contest entry
- I was born weak but I will never die weak… by second-born.
500 points, ended July 2, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I don’t know if this piece is from your personal experience…but this one gave me chills while reading it…I know you see now in the mirror someone whom you don’t recognize anymore…but I hope in the future you would see someone who is a reflection of a true and strong person that you really are…
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I LOVE that your voice and flow is so strong in my mind.
It really makes poems like this incredible.
I wish everyone could hear you saying it. =)
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Wow. This was such a great poem Alan. The rhymes were great, the flow was great, ihe imagery was great. Everything was just great! Really amazing job.
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WOW!!! i loved this! gr8 job!
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