The Mirror
When I look in the mirror, I know
Appearances can be deceiving
From the outside, you can’t see the heart bleeding
Lips smiling, cheeks blushing
Convincing myself that Life is a joyride
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When I see my reflection, I wonder
Is it really me I am seeing?
From the outside, you can’t see the cracking
Thoughts crawling, soul craving
Desperately trying to hide
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When I look at myself, I flinch
Getting trouble breathing
From the outside, my eyes are revealing
Surely slipping , mind struggling
Because my eyes show what I already know
I am dead inside…
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– Just Patty –
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April is almost over, Honey. You are almost there!!! Love, Amy
Thank you Amy.
I know.
Hugz & Love ❤
Hand on, Patty. I’ve got your hand. Love and (((HUGS))) Amy
Patty, Day 26 already….closing in! Keep in going as I know you will. “The Mirror” to me, knowing the body of your works in “My Wings,” is a Dark poem all about THAT MASK!!! Creative idea/writing especially with the mirror for the graphic! Phil
Thank you very much my friend! 🙂
Love & Hugz ❤
Very dark
Very true 😉
Hugz ❤
Light a candle for that flame is the real you….
It’s all me my friend.
No light without darkness.
Lots of love ❤