You're holding up a mirror
forcing me to look
little do you realise
I don't give a ****
why are you preoccupied
with someone else's vice?
better look upon yourself
and heed your own advice
convinced that I have problems
well, perhaps I do
but shall we turn it round and see
the mirror crack for you?
copyright Justine Tennant 2003
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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