In the mirror as I see
A stranger standing
In front of me
A face once full of
Life and smiles
Turned into broken and
Tormented by lies
Lurking shadows
Blown away smokes
Put off sparks
Lazy strokes
Sullen eyes
Saddened smile
Glaring me
Through painful sight
Asking me
What have I done?
Living in the world
Known as none
Rising every second
Just to fall
On the path of venomous thorns
I was forced to stroll
Was my life is that
What I see
Weeping and crying
For love to be
a self protrait which is so strange that one cannot identify with it at times a good expression of the same
To lose an old self and find a new self-that's like getting a second chance in life.very insightful.a ten from e for your self-portrayal.
We 're the stranger in our own mind when all rooms to surpass has been blocked! !
Wow, it almost same, someone inside us, right? we have the same taste... heheheh, this is the great one! I give you 10+ for this one! Lovely!
aww that's so sad and heart breaking: (but it was beautiful ~Love Hazel G.E
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting self portrait in words. Sometimes we do seem like strangers to ourselves. Very insightful. As always, Sandra