I look into the mirror,
Who is that looking back at me?
I certainly don't recognise them,
Deep blue eyes that stare into mine make me feel nervous.
When I move they move too,
Copying my every move,
I touch my face and they do to,
Say a few words,
Only their lips move.
No words.
Who is that?
I certainly don't know them.
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Some times I wonder what I am worth... In terms of money, in terms of birth. But most of the time it's the not nice... What would someone sacrifice. Am I worth money, pennies and pounds.
Can you feel her. Can you see her dreams. She is wrapped up in a torrent of emotion. Her world ripping at the seems. Can you hear her. Can you read her mind.
He's already read the pages of his history. Attempts at living fiction turn to mystery. You can see it in the eyes, it's the same sad story. Everything's the same in his inventory.
As I looked into the mirror I saw a monster. It had scruffy dark hair. And long eyelashes. As I stared at it. I could see its dark grey eyes staring back at me. As I reached up to my face.
Confidence can come and confidence can go. Is it a coincidence that we are not shown. A. Fenced icon*. Is what you are now. Your beauty used up by the friends you thought sound. A.
I don't care for expensive things. But I'm Materialistic. I have money. But I'm not rich. I got to school. But I don't learn anything. I'm shy. But I'm talkative. I care for everyone around me.
Gaze into the mirror, The reflection's not my own. The dark long hair beforehand, Acquired greyish tone.
I'm shattered and I'm broken, But you don't seem to care, All you do is watch me, Through that mirror with your stare.
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