My Reflextion
I’m looking at my reflextion in the mirror
It’s the new me
The mirror is cracked
The silver peeling from it’s back
Distorting me
It might help if the mirror were clean
But it never is
Or if is then there is always the steam
Blurring the edges till I can’t be seen
Posted: Thursday, August 6th, 2015 @ 8:49 pm
Categories: Poems.
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