Poem about how much and how little we change as we grow, and for me personally, whether I'm happier now than I was then.
I see my inner child,
'is this all you are?
Some vague shape in the mirror?'.
'But I have achieved so much!'
I retort.
'I have loved I have lost and
I have learned many things.'
'But what do you have to show
for it, a beard and some thinning hair?
You promised me things would change,
all those years ago,
when we sat together, all alone.'
I shout... No, I scream:
'I am not you anymore, I have grown!
You are just an infant,
damaged and afraid.
You deal in dreams,
me with reality,
you wish for a cure,
I know theres none.'
So I judge my reflection,
and know how much I've grown.
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Written on 2011-09-12 at 03:12
Tags Existentialism Reflections Mirrors
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My reflection is judging me
My reflection is judging me.I see my inner child,
'is this all you are?
Some vague shape in the mirror?'.
'But I have achieved so much!'
I retort.
'I have loved I have lost and
I have learned many things.'
'But what do you have to show
for it, a beard and some thinning hair?
You promised me things would change,
all those years ago,
when we sat together, all alone.'
I shout... No, I scream:
'I am not you anymore, I have grown!
You are just an infant,
damaged and afraid.
You deal in dreams,
me with reality,
you wish for a cure,
I know theres none.'
So I judge my reflection,
and know how much I've grown.
Poetry by ----------
Read 640 times
Written on 2011-09-12 at 03:12
Tags Existentialism Reflections Mirrors
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