On the plain walls of where it sat,
A mirror reflecting all where one stands,
Reflecting guilt.
Reflecting pain.
Reflecting regret.
Reflecting sins of dark past times.
Manipulating the image
for the outside.
But it stands like a picture,
Showing what it showed when once disgusted upon.
An image it reflects from the past.
Never forgetting.
Reflecting memories,
Reflecting misery,
Reflecting remorse,
Reflecting change.
A mirror which stands,
Reflecting all,
But replicating the bad.
Once changed again,
It shows what one desires.
A perfect image of one's own liking.
All to satisfy a crowd of mirrors.
Which reflect the images of perfection.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
