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As I gaze at the mirror that hangs, what is this that I see.
As I stare, I wonder how this person looking back is who I've come to be.
I look into those eyes, in which seem to only behold sadness.
Lonely no matter where I turn, and can't seem to escape this madness.
If I were to look into that heart, and through my very soul,
I would find a world of emptiness and pain that I can't seem to control.
Yet I don't move, and can't see, it's like in darkness I feel blind.
Why do I continue to stare at this mirror, what is it that I hope to find?
There is a dark side of the mirror, in which I'm afraid to say,
Feeling like a demon from hell cast out to play.
That's the part that does evil and idiotic things,
No matter what happens and what it brings.
I try to keep it in, something I must get rid of or atleast hide.
But I can't bury it, because still it's lurking deep down inside.
As I look upon this mirror, I see so much anger and pain.
I've tried to hide it, but no matter what the mirror still remains.
There's that norctunal side of every soul. Let light beam on it. I like this poem.