I avoid all of the mirrors in the house
too scared to be eye to eye
with that worthless bitch in the glass
too scared to look her in the eye
and see how much she looks like me
I wonder if that worthless bitch
is scared to see me too
if she is too ashamed to say
she looks so much like me
if she is...
I would not blame her
I wonder if that worthless bitch wants to kill me
I wonder if she imagines the feeling of wrapping her hands around my throat
and choking me
I'm not afraid to admit it
I feel that way too
and I wonder if that worthless bitch inside of that reflecting glass
is worth so much more
than the one standing on the outside complaining
but never making any effort to change















Comments
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Ahmed W Khan
Facebook
i sometimes feel this way...
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***Just another long day of my woefully short life***
I feel this way a lot lately *sigh* it kind of sucks because this poem is so much the truth
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You broke me: I should have known it when I saw your eyes were blue. Eyes as cold as ice. Eyes as cold as you.
-Wendy AKA Charllie-
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You broke me: I should have known it when I saw your eyes were blue. Eyes as cold as ice. Eyes as cold as you.
-Wendy AKA Charllie-
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The nastiest thing i've ever seen.
91.2.14.06
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Ahmed W Khan
Facebook
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You broke me: I should have known it when I saw your eyes were blue. Eyes as cold as ice. Eyes as cold as you.
-Wendy AKA Charllie-
I think you shouldn't scrap it
maybe add a little more too it
but its such a personal and powerful poem
that you should keep it in your gallery
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Music Is True Love
i'll let you go on thinking that if it makes you happy
you're welcome
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***Just another long day of my woefully short life***
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Look my gallery, leave a few words. I won't mind. I swear!
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“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.” -- Henry Ward Beecher
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