I have this special mirror
That hangs upon my wall
No outwardly reflection can be seen
For it searches deep the soul
There are days when I am passing by
That I divert my eyes
Afraid with one haunting glance I'll see
Deep into this so called life
It can be overwhelming
This feeling of fear and doubt
When I look too deep I'm afraid I'll see
The reflection is of myself
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
I have this special mirror
That hangs upon my wall
No outwardly reflection can be seen
For it searches deep the soul
There are days when I am passing by
That I divert my eyes
Afraid with one haunting glance I'll see
Deep into this so called life
It can be overwhelming
This feeling of fear and doubt
When I look too deep I'm afraid I'll see
The reflection is of myself
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