well this isnt so much a poem..couse it does ryme or anything but here it is i suppose...
The mirror.
The day you fall to your kness and cry,The day you pick up that knife and reach for your wrist,The day the self pitty is so high that you think nothing in this world is good enough for you I'll be there,Laughing at you.
id been down that road before.
A wise man once said life is a mirror,smile at it and it will smile back.
But my mirror is broken,distorted.
Im there so you dont turn out like me.
So the mirror remains in tact.
So the tears do not fall,
So the wrist remains uncut,
So the self pitty does not rise.
You dont want to be me.
Do not think me as an angel,
nor fate,
I simple do not wish to be the devil advocate
Rebeccah, a.k.a Darkness.
BleedingSanity Community Member 
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