Wednesday, May 4, 2011

But it's falling apart.

When you look in the mirror,
what do you see?

My mother sees a women,
lost in her own world.
But she had to hold control,
or else she would start to fall.
My father sees a man,
who believes in all he sees.
A sharp sense of reality,
and a never ending breeze.
My sister sees a girl, 
not worth  anyones time of day.
She never sees  perfection,
not even when it stares her in the face.

When I look in the mirror,
there are multiple things I see.

I see a girl,
not quite grown up,
but faltering in belief.
A girl who's haunted by her dreams,
by her reality,
and everything she feels.
A girl who wants to be it all,
but without the guts to try.


I see a girl,
who's haunted by her sight.

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