A Reflection

i hate what you've become
and i hate what you are
a person of introverted silence
and sometimes you're even fake.

i dont know you anymore
or what made you be this way
or why you've changed.
it jes happened out of the blue.

why do you like to play games?
you know you'll get hurt.
and look where it's landed you,
emotionless and unexplainable.

i never want to look at you again.
but you're always following me around;
and i see you most clearly in the mirror.

i see...
» lamb (68.6.137.125) on 2005-11-17 12:46:51

good poem...sounds like one i wrote awhile ago called ''reflections''...
» ChrissyBabe1718 on 2005-11-17 08:30:23

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