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?
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
