Mirror turn away
Mirror don't look at me that way
Mirror how is it that you look into my soul
That way, that deep, intrinsic view of yours
Mirror, oh, cries from the abyss scatters from me
Mirror turn away
Mirror don't forget my name
That way you used to in our youth
Mirror...it's been a long time, my friend, hasn't it?
This is how I felt when I decided to write something down. It is a poem about that feeling of looking into the mirror and realizing your ALIVE. About looking at WHO you are. About remembering your past and cringing from all that...stuff. You know what I"m talking about. This i must say is weird. posting my thoughts and emotions for the world to see. Oh, well, it was meant to be. Que sera, sera. Oh, that Judy Holliday. Have you ever had those feelings of just looking at the mirror and there are so many things you have to say to yourself or so many things you would say that you don't want to bring up, so you dont?
I have been feeling so flipped sided lately like I can't decide how I feel. I know exactly how I should feel. I do know I feel that I'm stale. My life is going nowhere and I'm waiting for it to go somewhere, so in the meantime I'm filling out scholarship material, going to school for no reason really, and going home hoping for it to be over. Eat-cause I'm usually hungry, but that's it. well, tomorrow should be busy taking pictures all day long for the yearbook. I'm editor in cheif. Hm. I'm hoping my life will change in June and my emotions, too. We shall see, shan't we. Shan't. I love it!
