The Mirror Poem by Victor Osorio

Slowly I walk towards you
The mirror that has seen my life
The mirror that speaks without talking
There you are again
This face is ugly like before
This heart is still hurt
But these eyes are telling you so much more
How this life is crazy
Im 28 now now and still around
I keep busy but still get lazy
My love for her, she just never found
Im single and making it through
Sometimes I want to yell
'I think about you'
Is this life of mine really hell? ?
I still manage to smile and make people laugh
Maybe thats gods plan
To give them a good friend to have
But my happiness is nowhere in sight
At least not through this mirror.