In the Mirror
I see the glint of beauty
In her eyes
I see a sense of duty
In disguise
I see disgust
At what she�s become
I see a trust
That�s been broken down
I see hate
Buried so deep
I see the twist of fate
And secrets she must keep
I see my reflection
In the mirror
A body of imperfection
That I only see clearer
How did I turn into her?
The being the mirror
How did this mistake occur?
It instills so much fear
What will my future be?
Could I turn out �
What she was meant to be
I guess that�s what life�s about
- Joeann L. Hunter 1/5/02
� 2002 JoAnn Kornatowski
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