Mirror, Mirror
On the wall,
Who is the
Prettiest of them all?
Broken glass
On the floor,
Who is the
Most broken of them all?
Bloody hands
On the killer,
Who is the
Wisest of them all?
Author notes
I have a difficult time seeing my own reflection, you could say. This poem is old, but it still... makes me think. And wonder. Please enjoy.
What did you think?
Comments
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I love it.. its sad, and reminds me of myself.. I hate looking at my own reflection, let alone inside myself. -Hugs- I hope you feel better now than you did then.
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Thanks for the comment. I don't really feel any better, but it helped a bit to write it.
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