In a maze of reflections
I fear what I might see.
I know they are only projections
But I'm scared I won't see me.
A stranger in the mirror
looks back at me with my eyes.
If only things were clearer
I could see through her disguise.
She wears a mask of cold
With features so remote
For a future thought foretold
But seems to be rewrote.
I want so much to heal what's inside
And bring my smile to her face.
The innocence she has sought to hide
I know I could embrace.
To the world she is what appears
When they look in my direction.
I ask myself with a heart full of fears
Who is real and who is the reflection?
I fear what I might see.
I know they are only projections
But I'm scared I won't see me.
A stranger in the mirror
looks back at me with my eyes.
If only things were clearer
I could see through her disguise.
She wears a mask of cold
With features so remote
For a future thought foretold
But seems to be rewrote.
I want so much to heal what's inside
And bring my smile to her face.
The innocence she has sought to hide
I know I could embrace.
To the world she is what appears
When they look in my direction.
I ask myself with a heart full of fears
Who is real and who is the reflection?
Author notes
I'm not sure where the future is taking me and I'm a little scared that I will end up like the girl in the poem...this is a reminder and a warning to myself to never lose sight of who I am, no matter what tomorrow might bring.
ever felt like you didn't know yourself?
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wow....i can totally relate sometimes you realize you became what you didnt want to become....where does the time go.....i can believe i remebered my p word for this site.. this is my first comment in like 5 years...lol
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well I'm glad you liked it...and I miss you...we need to hang soon
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this is amazing!

thanks so much for sharing!
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we all need to remember that our mask will consume us if we dont throw them away. by the time we realize we have them on, and forget who we are, its too late. not only do we have to show are true colors of pales, we have to end the overpowering black. to find our true colors again.
This is a very lovely peice. i wish i realized this before i became that girl in the mirror. -
A trip inward can lead to inspiration. I would encourage you to start writing on more light hearted subjects - I have found what I spend my time thinking about (dwelling on/writing about) greatly impacts how I feel about myself. Anyhow... kudos for writing (I haven't done any on here in some time)
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this is a very valuable message to all,
how easy it is for people to lose who they are,
your poem has so much depth and visual content, enjoyable read, thankyou for shareing

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