Treasure Island

Qistina Zaini

(ipoh)

HEART OF A MIRROR


Every time “I” see people…,
“I” feel great! “I” feel happy!
“I” feel happy to be with them!
“I” can see many people with many difference characters!

When they feel sad,
“I” will feel the same...
When they are laughing,
“I” will laugh too…

But now,
“I” only a pieces of an ugly mirror,
All “my” beauty has change!
“I” can see them anymore!
“I” am alone now!
Crying alone,

Submitted: Wednesday, January 11, 2006

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  • Lara W.a (1/24/2006 8:32:00 AM)

    Well we all feel that way sometimes...
    This is sad and incredibly honest; u did a fine job here, Qistina. (Report) Reply

  • Mary Nagy (1/13/2006 5:29:00 AM)

    I think you've done a good job here Qistina. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • Charmaine Simpson (1/13/2006 1:10:00 AM)

    Very sad poem - you will one day find comfort, happiness, and balance within yourself, then you will no longer need the approval of another person for your worth. (Report) Reply

  • Charles Chaim Wax (1/11/2006 8:50:00 AM)

    a time comes
    when I becomes
    TRUE SELF
    and bodies forht its
    own existence
    free
    and utterly honest
    a fine poem (Report) Reply

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