Taking a glance at the rectangle silver
The long, dyed-brown hair~
What happened to the pale
highlights that once decorated my head?
Blue eyes, streaked with gold~
What happened to the sparkle?
Eyes framed with too thin lashes,
The “window to my soul”
My soul, my mind~
What happened to this mind?
Where is the battle fire and
the cannon shots?
Where are the horses' cries?
Where are the warriors
who made my life hell?
My face, dry from summer heat~
Seeming so tired.
Once so energetic, so innocent,
Never scarred.
The smile I flashed at everyone~
What have I become?
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What have i become... who am I now?
Our Lady Peace Everyone's A Junkie
The drugs and fake ambition
Have been helping me to hide
But it's the endless television
That has kept me inside
Where does it stop?
Where does it end?
Where do we go?
Why am I always complaining?
I can be good
I can be bad
I can be loved
But everything's gone black
You're looking for that sun
You're looking for that light
Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way
I'm listening to this while posting this poem... a poem I wrote some time ago when I looked in the mirror...
Written September 19th, 2004
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wow that is really good.. i'm no good at making critques... cuz i'm not all that great of a poet myself. but i am trying but wow this was a good poem. but i'm sry that u feel that way even tho u and i both kno that i feel that way. well.. i'm glad u are getting some use outa those cds i gave u lol they're gonna be burt out from being used so many times lol
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