Poetry

I Looked in the Mirror

I looked in the mirror to see
And a stranger looked back at me

A stranger who had my mother’s hair
But it wasn’t my mother standing there

A stranger who had my father’s eyes
But my father was not at my side

I took a closer look and saw it now
That stranger is somewhat familiar somehow…

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Please Stop the Pain

Too much noise here
I can’t concentrate
I can’t hear anything but the noise

The voices are so loud
They never stop
They just keep screaming at me

They never say anything good
Always bad
Always ugly

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