Mirror Mirror on the wall,
You knock me down but still I crawl
I gaze into your empty light
Dark is day and day is night
The man in the mirror wants me dead
He will not rest till blood is shed
But I fight against him with all I possess,
To take control so I can repress
Fueled by anger and empty thoughts
The man continues his onslaught
He shows me I am worthless and there is no hope,
I fight him still continuing to cope.
This has become my daily war
Today I have won the battle
Tomorrow is anyone's guess
As I fight with the man in the mirror.
When you look into the mirror tell it you are a good man. Do it every day.
Conflict within! A poem on divided self, dual personality.Not hackneyed at all.Very nice.
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Tight. I fight the same person.