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[aid] => mick
[title] => There's a sad man in the mirror
[time] => 2009-02-24 22:11:01
[hometext] => I dislike this mood I'm in...
[bodytext] => There's a sad man in the mirror He's looking right at me...in me I can't seem to avoid his stare He can't seem to avoid mine His eyes...oh his eyes... Piercing...accusing...pleading I can read his pain and anguish Dare I think he can read mine No matter the light...the dark He is always there...searching Hoping I will find him there Compelling me to find him there The lines on his face...familiar He traces his as I trace mine Our hands moving in unison Like some tragic pantomime How is he able to read my thoughts When I talk to him we echo Voicing the words I speak out loud Matching me scream for scream Sometimes he cries...tears of the lonely I feel them splash out of my eyes He seems to know my every emotion Mirroring them...exposing them On some days he looks happy...outside But I can feel his torment churning within The eyes always tell the true story Lost and alone...seeking connection His heart's been broken...I hear myself say Scars upon scars...nobody to soothe them I know what it feels like...hurts like We ache inside sharing the same pain He lets his guard down around me No reason to hide himself from me He knows that I know...that he knows No secrets between us...about us Another day...another day... The monotony is so draining I can see it wear on him I wonder if it's doing the same to me I thought he was gone one time Steam rolling down the glass surface I wiped it away and kept looking Then there he was...hiding behind the mist He didn't seem glad to see me He looked tired and haggard...worn I looked away...a little ashamed As I watched him do the same I cannot escape him...avoid him But it's been a long time since I've tried His eyes...oh his eyes... Why can't I stop looking into his eyes I 've come to accept the sad man in the mirror He is part of me now...and then I know what he wants...what he needs...desires He tells me so...and I listen [comments] => 6 [counter] => 287 [topic] => 75 [informant] => crow6279 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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