My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
