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Sep 2010
Looking in the mirror,
Who's that I can see,
She look's vaguely familiar,
But seem's a stranger to me.
A scar above her eyelid,
Sorrow written in her eye's,
Memories etched across her face
That she often tries to hide.
Grey flecks in her hair line,
Slight wrinkles on her face,
A smile to light a thousand stars,
But sadness, just a trace.
A woman of worldly wisdom,
The school of hard knock's wise,
This heart was made to be broken,
Even a glass eye cries.
So what has really happened,
My reflection is all I see,
So many thing's have gone before,
Now I see the real me.
Inside my heart is screaming,
My soul it longs to soar,
It hunger's for some reason,
To have a purpose to adore.
Need's to understand the secret's,
That's trappped down deep inside,
Wash away the million tears,
That I often wished I cried.
Now looking in this mirror,
For the first time I know see,
I may once of been a prisoner,
But finally I'm free
Written by
Michelle Quick
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