Mirror
Mirror, mirror, upon my wall.
Tell me is this even me at all.
You have no choice but to show my reflection.
Show me this and I'll pick out a new imperfection.
So, what will I do today?
Maybe a little makeup here, and little bit there, but what do you say?
Did i cover the bruise? How about this blemish?
Is the scar gone? I'm so tired of this daily skimish.
Now!
How do i look, my dear, mirror?
Better?
Or worse?
You're right.
I will always look the same.
Until I change.
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austinbrad
Hi! I am a senior at a small high school in Alabama. I began writing poetry when I took an online class in 10th grade and I loved it. So, I just kept writing until this day. Poetry really is an important part of me now. It helps me put my thoughts on paper and put it out there in the world. It has helped me through bad times and good ones! My dream is to write and publish a poetry book for everyone in the world. I try to write my poems in a way that makes you think, everyone can relate to, and feel within their hearts and minds. Besides poetry though, I write short stories and I am currently working on a full length book. Other than that I hope you enjoy my work and I hope you have a wonderful day/night. - Austin
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