When I look in a mirror, myself I don't see
Rather I see a true young musician to be
He is full of energy for his passion of music
That he can't wait to show the world the true meaning of music
But something is controling him, holding him back
Like a puppet on strings
He tries to get away but they pull him back even farther
The strings are reality that bides every one of us
We try to pull away but get puppeteered more into the unforgiving reality
For the musician can't teach his love of music to people
Because of the hate, and discrimation he might feel people will give him
So as I look into the dark and empty mirror all I see is
A forgotten musician whos dream was shattered by reality
Author notes
Masked Phantom
A contest entry
- *♥Self Image♥* by stargazer..
800 points, ended December 31, 2008, 50 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
this is a short story rather than a poem if that is all right
Comments
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this is so sad, a real heart pouring piece, it has a nice flow but has no solid structure or form, maybe try chopping it dow and putting it into stanzas, or not
nice read x
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oh wow...this is just so amazing... the ending is so sad, but so good at the same time. i loved reading this.
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OH sad
It made me cry, how depressing is that! But you know what at least you have music you have your gift of music to live with you.
Some of us have extreme love for the things we feel and see and hear, love for a music that can't be heard for everyone. Love for a music that is in our hearts.
and can't teach the world. YOU have amazing talent and you should never let that talent fall. Because people like me would give anything to have that talent, and yet as hard as we try we lack it in the shadow of talents like yours. Be glad of music.
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