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The Mirror and I
by Sam RobertsVision can see only the elusive splendour
Of a girl and all of her wonder, her loveliness and her indescribable glamour
Yet I fail to appreciate their dream of me
As my reflection shows nothing else but tattered beauty.
I want to weep uncontrollably to their reasoning
You are amazing, you are lovely, you touch my soul with your
Shut up, I say.
Dont flatter me.
We fight constantly,
The mirror and I
03/22/2003 Posted on 03/21/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matt Forget on 03/25/03 at 01:55 AM This is so true...but I am not a girl...oh don't get into a fist fight with it because then it will multiply. Then you're screwed! ;) Nice job well done. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/13/06 at 06:42 PM LOL. Maybe one day we'll win the fight eh? |
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