The MirrorHarmless, maybe.The Mirror4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A mear reflection, possibly.
Through this little looking glass,
hides a sea of pain and lies.
I see only a hideous monster.
Is this what I've become?
Have my years of
hatred and cruelty caught up to me?
Am I this ghastly monster
that stares back at, taunting me?
Have my retched years of
lying and hurting scarred my soul?
Is this monster that I see,
truly what I am inside?
Does this mirror speak the truth?
Or does it lie right to me?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who's the meanest one of all?
I miss those days...I miss those young days. Days when we were innocent.I miss those days...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When no one was separated. When it was ok to cry. When we didn't care where you came from, what you believed, or what you looked like, as long as you could play. When our heart were innocent. When we knew nothing of the dangers that were in the shadows. When the only monsters, where those under our beds or in our closets.
When we could say things that made no sense, and still get a smile in response. When we could say whatever we wanted. When we didn't worry about how we looked. When we could fall and get back up on our own. When what we wore didn't define who we were. When how wealthy you were meant nothing. When we didn't care who was president. When the only ones who mattered were those we were taught about in class.
When the playground was our wonderland. When nothing was impossible. When we could be as immature as we wanted, but being mature was better. When our stuffed animals were our best friends. When we tried our