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When I cry
She cries with me
I look at her,
And she looks back at me
I have a tear-stained face
So does she
Our gaze meets...
I sob louder
I can’t hear her crying
But I know she is
I place my face in my hands
And gently cry
The next day
I’m feeling a lot better
I catch a glimpse of her,
And she looks better too
Because she is me...
She is my own reflection
She is what I see in the mirror
She is what I see in myself
She is the ugly side I can’t show anyone
She is the confidence I can’t bring myself to use
She is the one who’s always there when everyone has left
She is the one that will always be on my side
She cannot speak, but she says so much
She gives me confidence
She can make me happy
She can make me hate myself
She can frustrate me
But she’ll always be there...
The girl in the mirror,
The girl on the other side
Comments (1 Comments)
- ThisIsMyDeathbed_x - 10/28/2009
- Love it biggrin This is gonna sound REALLY crazy, but i used to believe - still do, to an extent - that heaven is the other side of the mirror. When you die, your soul is absorbed through a mirror and is in heaven. that's how they can watch over their relatives and friends ... anyway, 5/5 biggrin
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